Native Son. White guilt.
Baltimore haunts me. And I fear it always will. I feel guilty. Guilty for being white. Guilty for taking flight.
On craftsmanship, the right tools, and cinematic storytelling.
Cults hold a special fascination for me. I was in one once, from the tender ages of 16 to 24,
Weiwei-isms, a Sazerac, and the West Village.
Sitting on a bar stool in the dark, red light of The Spotted Pig in the West Village. Drinking ale
To Seth and parties of five.
I always wondered which one of my siblings would die first. Now I know.
My brother lies in a funeral
The Inaugural Second Sundays.
Second Sundays (not to be confused with Sunday Suppers, although if you did confuse ours with theirs, we would be
On Whisky-Centered Design: Designing the Glencairn Whisky Glass
TASTING whiskies can be a clinical, prosaic task, nosing and assessing, jotting notes, reconsidering, lips compressed in concentration, brow furrowed.
Ode to Common Things.
by Pablo Neruda.
I have a crazy,
crazy love of things.
I like pliers, and scissors.
I love cups, rings,
Designing Delight: The best user experiences are multi-dimensional.
Delight. A dimension of human emotion, equal parts happiness and surprise, it’s a word used a lot in design.
On Christmas lights and warehouse smoke.
Bring yourself. Take your time. The food will bring the minds together, as foreign as they might be. Friends will
