Here’s a common online dating scenario: I’ll see a blurry group photo of the back of a bunch of rock climbers’ heads or a playa-party pic showing mask-clad Burners and think, “Which one is he? Is that his sister or his polyamorous companion?” Then I’ll scratch my head and sweft....
Dictionaries are static. They freeze words and pin them like butterflies to a collection board....
For the past year, I’ve been producing a podcast during which I spend a day or two with people who do interesting or unusual work....
I think we can all agree that that was a mostly terrible two weeks with a few bright moments....
M y hand skims the water and grabs the blue noodle. It’s the fourth in a line of five buoys floating on the surface of the Pacific Ocean 70 miles north of San Francisco in Bodega Bay....
First dates are awkward. What the heck are you supposed to talk about when you know only 300 characters about your date?...
I tinkled while the shower sprinkled. I probably peed on myself but cannot confirm. I pissed myself in ideal conditions....
What happens when we own less and share more....
Coined by astronomer Neil deGrasse Tyson, a “henge” occurs when the sunset aligns precisely with the street grid....
Bill Sparks has a bike frame upside down in a vice. He grips, pulls and tries again, but the seat post just won’t budge....
A guy I once dated had this mantra: “I’ll do what I want, when I want.” This motto proved problematic when we’d get into epic battles over nitpicky matters, but admittedly, there was something compelling about the idea....
For a time I dated a guy who liked to spend his weekends filling up Instagram with city photos of himself....
