Humans: meet “The Rat,” my home-built robot journalist experiment. Only a little larger than a coffee cup, The Rat can go where people can’t and capture images from a perspective people can’t. The Rat is remote controlled, equipped with an iPhone (also remote controlled) and has room to add other capabilities like heat sensors, a […]
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So this morning, the most Korean moment of the Olympics took place. It’s worth watching and learning, even if you skipped the games this year. 29-year-old Seung-hoon Lee won gold in the men’s speed skating mass start (a strange and technical event, by the way). Normally, the winner skates over to their team box, to […]
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Love seeing these stories, and not just because it’s the New York Times praising The Washington Post. Here’s why: When I first went to work at the Washington Post in Spring 2014, it wasn’t due to the state of the company at the time. Despite extraordinary hard work and creativity the company situation, while not […]
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You know you needed a little break from the city when you’re walking down the sidewalk in Miami on a beautiful day, hear a voice aggressively say “Wait!” turn around to snap back at the person and realize it’s the walk sign.
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Sunny Easter Day in Manhattan. About 3:00 pm. Breezy. A guy in a black hockey jersey races full tilt down 58th Street. He barrels across Broadway looking up about 12 stories high, ignoring traffic. He’s a big guy about 30. Maybe played football growing up. “Omigod omigod omigod, no no no!!!” He shouts. I look […]
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Yesterday afternoon, on a nice summer day, suddenly the sky fell all at once in sheets of torrential rain right about quitting time at work. I race across the street to buy an umbrella from the guy with the junky souvenir shop. , I’m drenched when I get there. I grab a touristy ‘I ❤️ […]
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It was dark as I neared the end of my run. The usual Saturday party is in full swing by the river on the Lower East Side. Music loud enough to drown out the FDR Highway traffic. The smell of a cookout. The grass packed with people and the riverside walkway impassable without dodging revelers. […]
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The entire city is Soviet gray, the architecture best described as ‘crumbling rectangle’ – too dirty and run down to be called brutalistic. Everything smells of cigarette smoke and unidentifiable pollutive dust. The traffic is inexplicably jammed at nearly every hour with nondescript cars. There’s not much to distinguish this place from hundreds of others. […]
Read More »Re: Grief ***There’s a cheery subject line, right? Well it’s my wall, so today we’re talking about grief. If you know me, you’ll know I’m writing this as a service, not for sympathy. I’ll be really annoyed if that is misunderstood*** Over the past year, I’ve learned a lot about how people deal with those […]
Read More »I’m guessing the reason those two people looked at me funny when I passed them on the sidewalk is that I licked the back of my iPhone cover. In my defense, some coffee had dripped on it from the cup in my other hand.
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