I've always loved road signs - even as a little kid, many of my drawings featured highway signs or billboards. I love them so much because they tell you where to go, and also where you've been. They are the metadata of the physical world, and what they can tell you contextually is priceless.

Backlashes work in all directions, at least they went every which way in the Winter of Discontent in the late 1970's in the UK.

Here are some photos of New York City from the past few weeks. Most of the high-rises in Long Island City and Greenpoint were certainly not there at all when I lived in that area 15 years ago.

I analyzed some of my Google Photos and did a bit of QA on their AI logic - some of the mismatches are pretty funny, but it's quite accurate considering how many thousands of photos it processes in just a single user's account.

This might be the first example of humorous Kamala Harris fanfic - it's a spirited reimagining of her time in Quebec and her unlikely path to the presidency. And it featrures a bunch of great music.

Ever since I announced that I wanted to be Tina Turner for Halloween (at age 7 no less), my once and future sexual orientation was always up for casual speculation among family, classmates, or strangers on the street.

I live for surprises. I am the only white boy I know that has multiple Yarbrough and Peoples singles, can sing all the traditional Spanish folk songs thanks to Joan Baez, and who listens to ABBA in its original native Klingon.

As soon as I was old enough to know what a President did or what the Congress is, I have loved the whole ecosystem of American retail politics - it's my fantasy football league.