I Knew Meta Was Bad but... Jesus Christ
Seven years inside Meta should make for a depressing read. Somehow, it was also one of the most entertaining books I’ve read in a while.
Schrödinger’s Eviction
An earthquake, a dubious eviction order, some incredibly stubborn neighbors, and one comically Italian bureaucratic fuck-up.
The Unwitting Leftist
Sometimes a date is just a date. Sometimes a date starts as a K-drama fantasy and ends with you discussing abortion, feminism, and politics over breakfast. Unfortunately for everyone involved, this was the second kind.
I Don’t Know How to Like Things Casually
I was going to keep this short. Then I remembered who I am.
Gnocchi: Learning to Listen to Potatoes
I’m not a chef. I’m just someone who discovered that making gnocchi from scratch is surprisingly easy and gives me an unreasonable amount of validation.
Breakfast with the Jo(h)ns
My dating life remains unpredictable, but my weekly appointments with Jon Stewart and John Oliver are completely non-negotiable.
Am I Doing Capri Wrong?
If you go to one of the most beautiful places in Italy and barely explore it, did you do it wrong?
The Frat Boy
The Navy? Fine. The Catholicism? Manageable. The frat? Questionable. The demon voice during sex? Unfortunately real.
My Dating Life Is Now a Spreadsheet
I may not know what I’m looking for romantically, but at least I have a color-coded spreadsheet about it.
I Have Thoughts, Apparently
What happens when a person with too many thoughts finally decides to write them down?