The Web 1.0 renaissance is here. RSS feeds and personal blogs are more than nostalgia—they’re how we reclaim agency from enshittified algorithms.
If big platforms only want to show us influencers, it’s time to get off the hamster wheel. The future of the web feels a lot like its past.
A Day at the Ball Park
Flat beer. Soggy hot dogs. Train conversations with strangers who feel familiar. A day at the ballpark and a reminder that we still have good things that connect us.
Take me out to the ballpark!
Accidents happen. If I've learned anything in this life, it is to have a little faith in the kindness of strangers and to always remember, even when life is at its darkest, the sun will still come up. Keep going. #travelstories #keepgoing
Seattle is my people.
Flight Paths, Feelings, and the Quest for the Perfect Route to Japan, Part III
My trusty backpack has been with me through thick and thin and around the world a couple of times. What could possibly go wrong when two sleep-deprived people arrive at their final destination?
Welcome home, Artemis II! ❤️
It was a profound moment that forever altered my course in Asia and what life is outside of the US.
I had no idea just how profound that moment was until well after it was over. I’ll write about it in my blog someday. I just haven’t got there yet.
Everything in Thailand was novelty until it wasn't. One day, the excitement just turned into heavy loneliness. I skipped my morning coffee and stayed in.
The next day, my barista showed me a message on his phone: “Where were you yesterday? I missed you.”
Growth lives in the discomfort. Lean in.
Not all who wander are lost.
I’m a wayward American writing about my experiences abroad, and here’s the thing no travel blog tells you:
Starting a life abroad isn’t a permanent vacation; it’s a total identity recalibration.
Break free from the doom loop and you’ll wonder why you stayed.
The first leg jumping across the Pacific Puddle, hurling through the dark, racing the sun to see who will get to Asia first.
A World Beyond Borders
At moments like these, when our leadership makes threats of annihilation, we must stand together.
When writing, some days creativity streams out you like shit straight from a bull’s ass. Other days are much less creative.
The thing about writing they don’t prepare you for is how hard it is to stop once you get going.
Selfie with the famous Mother Bruce.
From the heady days of Apollo to the roar of Artemis II, today felt like America remembering who we are, even if just for a moment.
We’re heading back to the moon!!!
Majesty in nature.
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I’m a big fan of maps. GPS tells us how to go, but maps show us the possibilities.
I've been on a little bit of an AI kick here recently. I'm trying to get a philosophical and intellectual sense of it from people who attend conferences on this sort of thing. Inevitably, there are three paths AI will go down. Two lead to fuckable robots. The third leads to robots fucking you.
There is no historical precedent for any of this. This isn’t old stupid. This is new, freshly baked stupid and your mom’s a whore.
Bonus points if you read that in Sean Connery’s voice.
This is why GenX doesn’t run things. Thank you. That is all.
From Dream to Deed: Buying a Home in Japan
The journey of purchasing real estate in Japan begins with navigating cultural differences and understanding the complex process of property acquisition. We faced challenges, particularly due to language barriers, but found support through specialized…
I’m at the age where men either get really serious about learning to shave with a straight razor, or they buy an electric shaver.
Off on a new quest for a slower pace where one balances dreams and practicality by forging the two together.
I have a new essay up on Substack. If you like what you read, be sure to like and subscribe. If you hate it, well, I want to know that too. open.substack.com/pub/beattys/...
It’s the simple things in life. I think I successfully found the train that runs between Haneda and Narita! If not, well, I have 8 hours to get unlost and board my next plane. So, there’s that.
In a world of Congresses, be a South Korean Parliament.
