A shopping mall in Shenzhen has started installing bathroom stall doors that turn transparent if they detect cigarette smoke. Usually, the glass is opaque. Frosted. The kind you stop noticing the moment the door closes. But if someone lights up inside the stall, a sensor triggers and the glass clears….
Why Passengers Keep Grabbing Bags During Evacuations
The evacuation slide is deployed. The cabin lights are screaming red. Smoke is doing that low, theatrical crawl along the ceiling. Somewhere up front, a flight attendant is shouting words that should not require interpretation. And yet — arms go up. Not in surrender. In retrieval. This is the problem…
Political Exhaustion Is the Carryover Balance From 2025
Happy New Year The calendar flipped. That was the clean part. Everything else came with us — the noise, the backlog, the unresolved messes that never quite ended, they just lost their headline slot and waited to reappear. Political exhaustion isn’t something that suddenly arrived in 2025. It accumulated. Day…
A Bear Under the House — Why California’s Wildlife Laws Need a Rethink
It starts the way these things always do — a sound that doesn’t belong to plumbing, weather, or the polite imagination. A thud. A drag. The low-frequency reminder that something large has opinions about where it sleeps. Then the realization lands: a 550-pound black bear has moved into the crawl…
120,000 Home Cameras Hacked — And Privacy Might Be Dead
Every once in a while, a story comes along that makes you stop and think, Wow… we’ve crossed a line we can’t uncross. This is one of those stories. South Korean police arrested four people for hacking more than 120,000 home and business cameras. That number itself is disturbing. What…
Bread Culture Outrage — The Internet Loses Its Mind Over a Roll
It starts the same way these things always do — one offhand comment, one clipped quote, one man confidently forgetting he’s a guest. Then the internet smells blood. A British baker living in Mexico described local bread as “white, ugly, cheap, industrial.” Not shouted. Not tweeted. Just said — casually,…
Dark Age Forecasts, Now With Confidence
There’s a familiar rhythm to these warnings. A solemn tone. A handful of Roman references. A quiet certainty that this time the collapse is absolute, imminent, and morally clarifying. Enter the latest declaration of the coming dark age, confidently announcing that Western civilization is on the brink — not drifting,…
Local TV Weather Cuts — When the Forecast Stops Knowing Your Street
Local TV weather cuts don’t arrive with sirens. They show up quietly — a name missing from the chyron, a forecast that feels technically correct but spiritually hollow, a sense that the person explaining tonight’s storm doesn’t actually know where the river jumps its banks. Not wrong. Just… detached. That’s…
Squatting Through the Centuries: The Enduring Appeal of Catalonia’s Cheeky Christmas Custom
Well, the big day is over for this year, but there are still some residual Christmas stories. Here is one that I was reading, a perfectly normal Christmas sports feature — new house, young superstar, proud little brother — when the sentence took a hard left turn into folklore madness….
The Christmas We Don’t Really Do Anymore
My mom loved Christmas. Not politely. Not casually. She loved it the way you love something you’re willing to exhaust yourself for. The religious meaning. The food. The good cheer. The gifts. All of it. Christmas wasn’t a day in our house — it was a season, a production schedule,…