Suffer for Fashion

Fuck fashion or becoming fashionable when all we have to look forward to are acetate, acrylic, microfiber, neoprene, nylon, olefin, polyester, rayon, spandex, synthetic, viscose, vegan leather garments.


An Introduction

Yes, there are a million Japan travel blogs, but mine would have been different. It would have been unique, because I am willing to admit that sometimes the best food while traveling comes from the convenience store.

Technology-Mediated Grieving

During these times of technology-mediated grieving, it feels natural to ask: “What happens when we die?” However, it feels particularly ghoulish to ponder, “What happens to our data when we die? And will it be used for targeted advertising?”

Our Emails, Ourselves

Data breaches and leaks occur daily. There is probably one occurring right now. Sometimes this is due to human error, other times it is malicious. You can have the strongest password, avoid dodgy sites, and still be affected.

Surviving a Sudden Zoom Call

Somehow, amid the endless cycle of shuffling from your bed to the kitchen table that is now your desk like a hideous gremlin, you forgot what day it was and you have a professional Zoom meeting in 5 minutes. Don’t panic! Zoom has special filters that make you look like a human.

Share Care

Share Care is a web app that allows parents to enrich their child’s life with highly skilled caregivers. Life moves quickly—don’t waste time and space on your device downloading another beveled icon. Simply open your web browser, create an account and log in from your phone, tablet or desktop.

Beauty for Burnouts: Fino

We have all done questionable things to our hair since February. It has been bleached, dyed, and allowed to grow too long, or cut too strangely by ourselves or apprehensive partners, becoming dry with split ends in the worst case scenario. Shiseido Fino Premium Touch offers forgiveness.


Work-life balance is a false idea popularized by the type of people who identify as thought leaders on LinkedIn.

Family Recipe

This year has been filled with loneliness, sorrow, frustration, and confusion. Chaos is the word that comes to mind and then rolls off the tongue.

With that in mind, I would like to share a family recipe that has been lovingly passed down from one generation to another in my family, used for many, many months—the Pandemic Martini.


You are not James Joyce. You are not the next wave of New Journalism. Your sentence is not a song. Your words are not exquisite jewels that shine on a smartphone.

Make your writing short and sweet.

Meditations 4.49

If there was a response, it was an indication that across the world, the heart of a loved one continued to beat. If there was no response, agony.