Loss Adjustment

Two weeks ago, I voluntarily self-quarantined with my wife and our toddler when they came back from visiting family in France. I had always imagined an emergency, a crisis, to be filled with panic, but these slow, thick days feel more like the quiet that settles in the wake of a death. It feels like everybody is grieving, but we don’t know what for.

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Who’s Gonna Buy That?

Our politics are faint echoes of things happening elsewhere, everywhere: the thud of flesh double-tapping glass, precisely simulated clicks, the brush of magnetic strips through plastic, faceless voices from inside gas pumps chiding us to know things we don’t care about as we fill the tank with guilt. In other words, politics follows the forces that are actually transforming our world: production and consumption. Not the reverse.

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Rochester’s Very Own Uberlin Wall

Site of Strong Museum of Play expansion with signage

Rochester’s Inner Loop was once the envy of urbanization. That was in the 1960s, when American cities were redesigned entirely to accommodate the car as a signal of a better future, much like elsewhere. Thanks to the speed at which Kodak and Xerox executives, for instance, could shift between their offices and suburban homes, Rochester earned the reputation of having the shortest commute in all of the U.S.

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No More Mr. Nice Guy

A journalist I knew hated it when I described people as “nice.” He would make a face to imply meh, anyone can be nice. It was, for him, an empty word. He wanted something more, he needed details that opened the person up, fleshy information that he could really stick his teeth into. “Nice” doesn’t allow that. It’s too general and, especially for an entrepreneurial journalist, too boring.

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The Life-changing Magic of Crowds

A friend I once had often expressed how much she didn’t like crowds. They made her feel uneasy, anxious, she explained whenever she could. It was who she was, she said. She wasn’t a “crowd person,” but a “home body,” she always politely affirmed. Crowds were too much for her because, I was meant to believe, she had a more sensitive disposition than most. 

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