Waiting to Get There. Usually on the A/C/E in Chelsea, New York City.

  Got super engaged in a long conversation right before lunch at a recent conference. By the time Sydney and I got to the buffet, every single sandwich was gone. Gone!! Every single sandwich!  Sidney said, I can order Doordash and have it delivered? I said, hell to the yeah. It was kind of hilarious having bahn mi and a really fancy asian fusion taco at a little side table while everybody else was in their seats watching the next session. I know, so bad ass.

Bruce got the tickets for the Marriage of Figaro show at Little Island weeks and weeks ago. He asked if we wanted to come and I said yes immediately. There was no investigations or research. Nothing was looked into. I had a vague notion it was an opera... which made sense since Nardo is a big fan of the opera.  Nonetheless, I ran out of time and failed to deploy my Opera Best Practices checklist. This is where I read about said opera in advance. Otherwise, as I have discovered the hard way, most operas are completely incomprehensible. Even if they were in English, I'd still be tragically lost.  Which feels even more tragic when it's hour two into a three or four hour show and very likely the heroine is out in the garden or up in the attic or out of a boat impersonating the other heroine while meanwhile the villain is in the mix and the hero is going to misunderstand the whole scene and probably there will be a duel in which either the wrong person will die or someone will becom

First random thing transpired while we were whipping up Hudson Street in surprising very little traffic considering the rush hour situation. Tom and I had just had a good laugh listening to Casey Newton on the Hard Fork podcast. I think Casey is so fucking funny.  Kevin Roose had been recounting that after he did a story where he tried to befriend AI Chatbots and turn them evil, the chatbots had apparently started to dislike him and give uncharitable descriptions of him, such as responding that Kevin is "unethical" when compared to most reporters. Kevin enlisted some firm to fix his AI reputation and they gave him a line of code,  he put it on his website and somewhat later, the AI Chatbots were glowing in their assessments. Casey said it kind of sounded like Kevin had bought a spell from some witches. Like a chatbot love spell. I thought it was hilarious. While I was cackling, a guy in his car comes whipping out of a side street and turns left going the wrong direction down