I stay with Talking Heads here because that song gives me a certain floating, homesick comfort. Then I break the mood for a second just to say one moment feels straight out of The Apprentice. The day lands as a mix of...

I hit one of those facts that stops me cold: Samsung is 20% of South Korea's GDP. It is only a tiny diary note, but the reaction is real, because I am staring at the scale of one company and letting that bigness land on me....

I keep circling a pattern where anger and attraction blur together for me. The Snoop clip and the song are the excuse, but the real point is that I recognize myself in that mix of tension, fascination, and wanting. Even the...

I ask about Keren, drift into the fast foods I have loved since childhood, and stop on a voice or accent that hits me right. It feels like a restless day built out of small preferences and passing fixations.

A brief page about No Dancing and Fish Cheeks.

I lean all the way into Trump triumphalism here, starting with a victory song and ending in a blunt confession that he has been my hero since I was a small boy. I even line him up against Michael Jordan and Eminem and still...

This is a tiny day, but the mood is obvious: Elon shocks me, Trump fills my head, and I end the whole thing with a smile. There is not much narrative here beyond the reaction itself, which makes it read like a blunt little...