Malaysia Has a Navy and a Receipt
It is 9:47 AM, an hour at which I have abandoned my morning but not yet earned my afternoon, and I am reading about a missile sale that fell through. I am drinking coffee out of a mug a friend gave me that says something encouraging on it, in a font I associate with hospitals. The rain outside is doing the thing where it cannot decide if it is rain or simply a mood the sky is in. And I am, for reasons I cannot fully explain to myself, deeply invested in a Norwegian arms deal.
Channing Webb
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Worrying About the Long Island Rail Road From Seattle
It is 9:47 AM in a kitchen that gets about forty minutes of usable light per day, and I am eating a piece of toast that I have already decided was a mistake, scrolling past the local news to read about a train I will never take. This is one of my hobbies. I live in the Pacific Northwest and I worry, with great specificity, about the infrastructure of New York. It is cheaper than therapy and almost as humiliating. The story is this: the Long Island Rail Road, which the Associa
Channing Webb
6 hours ago2 min read
Jensen Huang's Wince and the Envy of Noodles
It is 2:14 PM on a Friday, an hour I have learned to distrust because it is too late for productivity and too early to forgive myself for not having any, and I am eating leftover rice standing up over the sink, which is the only way I eat rice now, when I see the video. Jensen Huang, the CEO of Nvidia, the man whose company is currently worth more than several countries I could name if pressed, is also eating noodles standing up. He is in Beijing. He looks happy. The Associat
Channing Webb
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