For the first time in 25 years, I was able to apply an obscure mathematical fact from college to a conversation with a stranger in an elevator about the genius of the elevators at the Anaheim Marriott. Really putting that bachelor of science to use.

Update from the Arctic outpost

Confessions on a Dancefloor 2. I screamed in my office. First good news of 2025.

In the very niche 2025 remake of “Cabaret,” as the constitutional democracy crumbles, a queen in Denver is making ahead components of tomorrow night’s dinner of digaag qumbe (Somalian chicken stew with yogurt and coconut served over rice) and chai brûlée tarts.

(Third) House Hunters

Sabado en México.

Pattern on Pattern on….

I think I was absent from my AP Spanish class on the day they taught the unit on getting an eyebrow wax at the Madrid airport. Nonetheless, he persisted. Shout out to my angels at Terminal 4, Puerta K.