Bangkok changed the way I think about cities. In its neon streets, crowded temples, and layered history, I discovered what urban texture truly means—and why some places stay with you long after you leave.
A reflection on my daughter turning 16 and how she continues to grow.
A year of change, road trips, shared meals, and learning to be present. From Yukon highways to meditation cushions, this is what 46 taught me about showing up.
Another year full of challenges, but my daughter survived.
I listen to Run the Jewels 2, surprised by the aggressive lyrics, rebellious energy, beats, and how the album pulls me in.
I share Isaac Asimov's thoughts on creativity, isolation, group idea-making, and why saying no can matter as much as ideas.
On day four of Bury Yourself, I imagine speaking with the dead, from ancestors to Theodore Roosevelt, and what grief might teach me.
On day three of Bury Yourself, I think about death, my daughter, family keepsakes, digital goods, and what I leave behind.
On day two of Bury Yourself, I think about age, mortality, my daughter, my grandmother, and one frightening memory from stage work.
I begin Bury Yourself by writing about my grandfather, death, mourning, regret, and why this project is devoted to him.
I introduce Gwen Bell's Bury Yourself writing project as a way to rebuild a daily writing practice and reconnect with deeper work.
I write about Thom Yorke's Tomorrow's Modern Boxes, BitTorrent distribution, Radiohead memories, and the album's quiet electronic mood.
I share Naomi Klein's This Changes Everything excerpt on climate, capitalism, trade rules, renewables, and corporate power.
I recommend Matt Gemmell's Raw Materials, reflecting on personal essays, shared difficult stories, Markdown, and static publishing.
I point to Back to the Future as a document of the 1980s, not just nostalgia for the 1950s or jokes about 2015.
I review Blue Bottle Coffee after the Tonx transition, sharing subscription details, flavour variety, and why it works for me in Canada.
I celebrate Kylie's fourth birthday, her confidence, growth, family strain, and the whirlwind of raising her through another year.
On my 34th birthday, I think about somatic markers, emotional bookmarks, my Jeep, unlearning old attachments, and moving forward.
I note Moby's Innocents album release, free tracks, BitTorrent distribution, guest singers, and what the first song suggests.