Writings

I have never enjoyed the autoplay feature[1] that streaming services use—the thing where, after finishing an album or movie or tv episode, the service will just keep blasting content at your face until you tell it to stop. It’s a feature that feels designed specifically to erode

I ride up Mt Lukens often enough that I have a pretty good understanding of what it’s like during various seasons. In summer, it’s often crispy and sharp with fading colors. Early winter is often clear skied and stark before the rains start. But as we near fall,

I recently went on a very stupid little mini mission: I tried to hide as many user reviews that I could. I have grown sick of seeing a random person’s review of books, movies, video games, and whatever else. Some of this is nostalgia—I miss the days of

Over this past weekend, I was riding in the Verdugos. The weather was supposed to hit the upper 90s, but the temperatures were holding to a reasonable lower 80s in the morning due to some cloud cover. So, I decided to stretch out and ride through the entire range, which

California is one of the rare places that can close a road, where no road is.

May and June always drive people in LA a little crazy. Nearly every morning the clouds move in, socking in the entire east side until mid-afternoon. It keeps the temps down, but releases a general weirdness into the air. But the biggest benefit, always, is that you can almost always