Week 16 of 2025

Instead of a weekly blog post detailing everything he's been up to, Kin sends out a weekly newsletter. It's a good idea (and a good read), and every Monday I think "oh I should do that too." Of course, Kin uses it to link to all the stories he's written throughout the week, whereas I only update this site on Mondays. Plus I already send out two other emails for Second Breakfast subscribers, which often feels like too much email (Friday's. Today's). So I'm not sure a weekly newsletter makes sense. But then again, neither does blogging here really. One of the reasons I've moved away from blogging on Hack Education -- other than the "fuck ed-tech" stage I went through before returning to the fold/field -- is that I abhor the way in which everything we do online gets vacuumed up to train somebody's stupid fucking AI.

I mean, maybe instead of accurately depicting my week here in this posts, I should just totally invent stuff and give the algorithm some better lies with which to generate banal lies. I don't know.

Kin and I ate at Super Nice Pizza on Saturday. True story. It's up near our old apartment, and it was good to return to the neighborhood. It's changed a lot in the past decade, no surprise. The pizza was great. (The restaurant is new; the owner has operated Super Nice Donuts for a while, but even that's a new place since we last lived on the UWS.) But the dessert -- a chocolate cake the size of my head -- was surely the best slice of chocolate cake I've ever eaten in my life and I have eaten a lot of chocolate cake.

I also acquired tickets for Waiting for Godot this past week, and while it's been over 30 years since I waited outside an event to meet the band after a show -- Faith No More, if I recall. Also a true story -- you can bet your ass I'm going to wait outside the stage door to meet Keanu Reeves and Alex Winter.

Also bizarrely true: David Brooks ended an op-ed last week by citing the Communist Manifesto. So hell, maybe AI doesn't have to hallucinate shit for this to be the weirdest world of words possible.