One is either of a people who forget or a people who remember.

I have been patronizing my dishwasher. I have been subsidizing its efforts.

We are completely off whatever rockers we were trusted to sit on—and our condemnation of the stock market is entirely correct.

Social media is a machine for the universalization of Posting, such that all human communication becomes a Post in its exterior form, regardless of the interior intention of the poster.

The trouble with driving, according to Crawford, is that there isn’t enough of it.

Artificial intelligence is not a new frontier for man, but one of the oldest.

Love and truth are neither expected nor (typically) desired from bureaucrats or chatbots.

The trouble with a technological age is that people are increasingly shapeless.

Recently a YouTuber—one of us whose “You” is intimately involved with a “Tube”—meandered down to God’s Own Steubenville, Ohio.

We will either become Catholic or remain counterproductive.

Plastic “makes” a thing present to all and yet seals it within itself, which is of course, the liberal description of the self.

The humanists are inhuman, but let us not be taken for fools: their “philosophy” is more materially determined by the stock market than spiritually determined by any insight into the human condition.