I don't want an algorithm that knows what I'll like. I want a weird record-store clerk with terrible interpersonal skills to hand me something from 1974 and say, “Trust me.” I want taste to involve ri...

I keep thinking about Wendell Berry. How rare it is for somebody to spend an entire life essentially saying one thing and have that thing become larger with evert repetition: love the place you’re in....

I still believe the world is worth falling in love with. Not because it isn't brutal, but because somehow, amid all that brutality, ducks conduct loud little parliaments beside ponds, strangers push s...

Read the dead, absolutely. But read the living too. Buy their books while they can still buy dinner with the money. Go see the band while everyone’s knees still work. Buy the weird little painting at ...

My most diabolical riddle yet.