Sometimes I think about that art criticism professor who told a full lecture hall repeatedly that Asian people would never be able to play Mozart like white people can.

Yesterday, as I was going through what seemed like the most severe after-lunch dip in recent memory, I logged on to ADPList to meet a designer from Denmark. It’s miraculous, the effect unexpected kindness …

Ever the snob I am, I made it one verse into Taylor Swift’s freshly-dropped “THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT” for saying out loud on the tram “no, I can’t do this” before deserting my goal of listening to it in its entirety.

Something is happening in the neighborhood. It’s not a new thing, it’s just more vibrant now, for me at least, I think. My friend, while walking his dog, is assaulted around the corner. Three kids …

In a fortnight, I’ll be celebrating one year of employment at Gerimedica, the healthcare technology provider I was keen to join last spring. Coincidentally, I’m working on one of my professional …

Isn’t it one of God’s cruelest jokes, Manuele, our ability to feel imposter syndrome? When I read your post — late, obviously, because RSS feeds and I will never quite be best …