Twelve weeks out from the vote, and the words on the masthead matter less than the person on the ballot.

Trains, now planes, soon enough my blog may even write about automobiles.

Every argument against AI I hear today is one I heard against the cloud fifteen years ago, and the outcome of that earlier argument is not a hopeful precedent.

There was no clean map of Vancouver Island’s mountain ranges, so I drew one.

Restoring Vancouver Island’s rail corridor is not a regional ask. It is a national infrastructure argument backed by twenty years of deferred political will.

On Peter Beagle’s The Last Unicorn, and what it teaches about beauty, possession, fidelity, and the cost of becoming real.

A ranked, opinionated, spreadsheet-haunted attempt to understand who holds power in Canada, and what kind of power they hold.

On why the sharpest, safest-seeming stance toward the world is also the one most likely to hollow it out.