I have been trying to figure out fatteh. Here are some recent attempts. I still don’t know if I actually like this dish, but it is super fun to make. It’s sort of - and pardon any cultural offense here, I don’t even know what the aesthetic-mores of this food culture are - like Lebanese migas.

I’ve got a newly recorded webinar, covering my Monolithic Transformation book: The cliché we all recite is that technology isn't the problem, culture is. Put another way: if the hardware and software are fine and fresh, it must be the meatware that smells. Come hear several de-funking recipes from the world’s largest companies whose meat now smells proper. I answered a few attendee questions in the webinar, and answered the rest in a Twitter thread afterwards.

When Kim and I started living together, we had to figure out the shared rules of the house. Back in 2004, Kim provided a handy list for me: General Don't stomp or "walk heavy." When you answer the phone don't belt out a loud "HELLO!" directly into the caller's ear. Every item in the house has its place. Don't "

When Kim and I started living together, we had to figure out the shared rules of the house. Back in 2004, Kim provided a handy list for me: General Don't stomp or "walk heavy." When you answer the phone don't belt out a loud "HELLO!" directly into the caller's ear. Every item in the house has its place. Don't "

When Kim and I started living together, we had to figure out the shared rules of the house. Back in 2004, Kim provided a handy list for me: General Don't stomp or "walk heavy." When you answer the phone don't belt out a loud "HELLO!" directly into the caller's ear. Every item in the house has its place. Don't "

When Kim and I started living together, we had to figure out the shared rules of the house. Back in 2004, Kim provided a handy list for me: General Don't stomp or "walk heavy." When you answer the phone don't belt out a loud "HELLO!" directly into the caller's ear. Every item in the house has its place. Don't "

When Kim and I started living together, we had to figure out the shared rules of the house. Back in 2004, Kim provided a handy list for me: General Don't stomp or "walk heavy." When you answer the phone don't belt out a loud "HELLO!" directly into the caller's ear. Every item in the house has its place. Don't "

> When Pablo Picasso was an old man, he was sitting in a café in Spain, doodling on a used napkin. He was nonchalant about the whole thing, drawing whatever amused him in that moment—kind of the same way teenage boys draw penises on bathroom stalls—except this was Picasso, so his bathroom-stall penises were more like cubist/ impressionist awesomeness laced on top of faint coffee stains. Anyway, some woman sitting near him was looking on in awe.

> When Pablo Picasso was an old man, he was sitting in a café in Spain, doodling on a used napkin. He was nonchalant about the whole thing, drawing whatever amused him in that moment—kind of the same way teenage boys draw penises on bathroom stalls—except this was Picasso, so his bathroom-stall penises were more like cubist/ impressionist awesomeness laced on top of faint coffee stains. Anyway, some woman sitting near him was looking on in awe.