Every cyclist who’s shared roads and streets with cars has experienced enraged drivers weaponizing their vehicles at the slightest inconvenience or perceived provocation. This is regularly how it ends, and it’s only deemed newsworthy when a public figure is involved. share.google/il3Kjq3yWaSq...

Some days, I can’t believe that there was a version of me who made it through multiple Lollapaloozas with like one drink of water.

Dazzled by our own perceived brilliance and conquest of the natural world, humans have developed a strain of arrogance that blinds us to the simple fact that we need this planet a lot more than it needs us. If we persist in fighting it like an enemy to be defeated, all of our lives will be lost.

Thanks to our northern neighbors who are fighting wildfires of their own but also know that and act like humanity doesn’t end at a border.

I spent so much of my life coveting and being jealous of the ways that other people’s minds seemed to work before finally embracing, beginning to understand and loving the way mine does.

If you ask someone who bought a $500 pair of socks how they like the $500 socks, they’ll tell you that they’re unbelievably, luxuriously comfortable, like walking on clouds really, even as they grimace with every step, their faces frozen in a grim rictus of pain. This is not about $500 socks.

What a colossal idiot circus. And whatever you think I’m talking about, you’re probably right.

Think I’m gonna start a right-wing backlash by refusing to cease to exist.

The exasperation with being asked to view voting as traveling on a bus that moves you somewhat closer to where you want to be is understandable in an era when anyone with enough money gets their own chauffeurs all too eager to take them anywhere they want at a moment’s notice.

It would be cool if they applied this same energy to winning elections against Republicans.

Extremist hatred never moderates itself organically. It intensifies in direct proportion to tolerance and acceptance, and doesn’t stop until it’s met with meaningful consequences.

Self-awareness. Boy, was that ever a mistake.

“Once you start telling the truth, you have to live the truth. It's awful and beautiful like that.” - Lyz Lenz / @lyz.bsky.social

Every day, I do my best to be the non-est of chalants. 0 for forever so far, but tomorrow’s another day.

Generally speaking, avoid doing business with people who’d rather slam their dick in a door than admit their fly is open.

Today’s ponderable: Are the people at a yard party on my block singing along to “Smoke on the Water” at the top of their lungs doing so ironically or genuinely? Maybe it’s a dad thing? They all sound younger than the song. This is new territory for me.

It’s a complicated day. An emotional balancing act packed with all sorts of feelings they just don’t make cards for.

One of the things that’s improved markedly since I started shaving my head is my ability to locate unyielding and sharp-edged objects with my skull.

Sometimes I like to imagine the Founding Fathers submitting the original draft of The Constitution to a major corporation’s compliance department. “We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union,” “OK, I need to stop you right there.”

Is it weird that Russia has had Lenin’s decrepit, embalmed corpse on public display in Red Square since 1924? Absolutely, but at least they didn’t let him continue to run the country.

Some athletes have a highlight reel. I have a blooper reel.

I can’t decide whether the existence of something called a “Jac-Shirt” is merely a symptom of a cultural fixation on both-sides-ing everything or a sign that the end times are truly, finally upon us.

They're saying a Facebook post saying "we need to become ungovernable" constitutes grounds for federal criminal charges?

We know how to do this, Minnesota. We’ve been loud, brave, and together before. We got this

At some point, the bottom of the barrel will not just be the top of a lower, slimier, more noxious, putrid and revoltingly vile barrel. This is what I tell myself, anyway. Sometimes I even believe it.

Today will not be perfect. Heck, it might not even be good. But as long as I’m here, might as well try to make the best of it. Right after coffee.

I don’t have a rooting interest in the Knicks or basketball beyond enjoying a well-played game. But I do understand watching the team that’s given me a lifetime of letdowns and heartbreak finally stick a fork in its collective demons and win it all. That’s a beautiful thing. Go off, New York.

When someone repeatedly and urgently insists that what they want is what you should want too, and that it’s wrong to want anything else, it’s worth carefully considering what’s really in it for them and for you.

Because the World Cup is about celebrating the beauty of immigrants, we’re donating 10% of our sales today to support the victims of Belfast racist violence. The world supported Minnesota when we were occupied, it’s our turn to return the favor.

Talking about family last night, I joked “You don’t have to like someone to love them, right?” And the aftertaste of that inadvertent truth lingers this morning.

With the caveat of “Dems have a masculinity crisis” being the absolute nadir of brain-dead political strategy takes, this unpacks at least part it what’s behind it.

Two things I know to be true: Good socks can and will save your ass. Bad socks will f**k up your day every time.

A Minneapolis truism: Nothing good brings helicopters.

Excellent explainer on what happened and didn’t happen to regulate e-motos (which, again, are *not* e-bikes) in Minnesota. In short: Blergh.

Among other things, my idea of progress involves fewer data centers and more bakeries.

A free society in the digital age is a daunting proposition when virtually unfettered access to information is in the hands of people who can and will believe anything, while perpetual distraction and artificial outrage overwhelm the capacity for critical thinking.

Sometimes it blows my mind how seriously I used to take myself.

Just put this bad boy together out in the garage crankin’ Billy Squier and 13 year old me is jealous AF right now.

So much of this resonates with my own experience as an adopted kid growing up in the 70s and 80s, about how birth mothers were treated, and what adoptive parents were told and encouraged to do. www.theguardian.com/society/2026...

Out back 40 might be measured in feet, not acres. But ya gotta start somewhere.

Pain is simply a moment I do not want to be stuck in. Unfortunately, it persists in demanding my attention with barnacle-like tenacity that’s a whole lot more annoying than admirable. That it’s the result of my own clumsiness just rubs a little extra salt in.

Just as the saying about trees goes, the best time to have read this book was 20 years ago. The second best time is right now. www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/160892...

That which does not kill me mostly makes me wonder how I haven’t managed to get myself killed yet.

An article that combines two of my personal passions: Transportation infrastructure and mocking the bulletproof idiocy of wealthy tech bros www.sfgate.com/travel/artic...

One weird trick people use to absolve themselves of responsibility for their own actions, especially when those actions lead to disastrous results, is to make up implausible imaginary scenarios in which choosing a different option would have yielded the same results.

Whatever my life might still become is a damn sight more intriguing, wonderful and worth chasing after than all of the things it could have been.

Just happily drifting away into the sea of oblivion on my cozy little iceberg of pop culture irrelevance.

The process of understanding what makes you happy and building a life around doing it will do a bang-up job of showing you the difference between simple and easy.

I will watch the Enhanced Games when the games athletes compete in are exclusively ones made up by people under the influence of ayahuasca and ketamine.

In one way or another, the challenge of writing, the gauntlet thrown down by the empty page, is always this: Tell me something I don’t know