Amoebas in sexy grass skirts will soon be doing the hula on TV commercials, calmly wagging their hips to quell our fear of microbes and hypnotize us into buying new and improved products squirming with life.
Shopping
My Ugly Shoes
It doesn’t seem fair that the only fat that disappears with age is the fat no one could see in the first place.
Life-Changing Magic
The things I buy call out to me with the lure of eternal coolness. Then I bring them home and forget about them.
In the Time of Chairs
Imagine grocery shopping on your hands and knees, walking home, and making dinner on your kitchen floor. My knees hurt just thinking about it.
Zombie Apocalypse
I know I should fear an algorithm that doesn’t know the difference between rugs and shoes, but I’m addicted to eye candy.
The Zen of Betsy Wetsy
If toys are templates for developing skills and behavior, what was the lesson I was supposed to learn from Betsy Wetsy?
Thinking in Circles
If we don’t get a grip on our trash problem we’ll be living like medieval peasants again. Fatbergs are coming after us like low budget sci-fi monsters.