The Whippet #100: Cease and desist, null and void, macaroni and cheese
A newsletter for the terminally curious: science, history and weirdness with 0% contemporary politics, because oh my god sometimes you need a break.
The Whippet #99: Values only mean anything when they’re in conflict
A newsletter for the terminally curious: science, history and weirdness with 0% contemporary politics, because oh my god sometimes you need a break.
The Whippet #98: On the scene, discussing the numbers
A newsletter for the terminally curious: science, history and weirdness with 0% contemporary politics, because oh my god sometimes you need a break.
The Whippet #97: An impressionistic painting by a dim third-grader
A newsletter for the terminally curious: science, history and weirdness with 0% contemporary politics, because oh my god sometimes you need a break.
The Whippet #96: The Cat's Judgement & the Iron-Eating Mice
A newsletter for the terminally curious: science, history and weirdness with 0% contemporary politics, because oh my god sometimes you need a break.
The Whippet #95: Never trust the Praetorian Guard
A newsletter for the terminally curious: science, history and weirdness with 0% contemporary politics, because oh my god sometimes you need a break.
The Whippet #94: High-value cargo through difficult terrain
A newsletter for the terminally curious: science, history and weirdness with 0% contemporary politics, because oh my god sometimes you need a break.
How to clean a cluttered space when you’re overwhelmed
No matter how cluttered your space is, remember it only has 5 things in it: trash, dishes, clothing, things that have a spot, things that don’t have a spot. Don’t look at the whole morass.
It's okay that not everything is fixable
There's a fallacy that if we can define the solution space, a solution must exist that fits there. But the fundamental problem was, "Dave is dead."
The Whippet #93: Stay for the blood plastic!
A newsletter for the terminally curious: science, history and weirdness with 0% contemporary politics, because oh my god sometimes you need a break.