Essays & Observations

There is a moment before violence. It is invisible to everyone except the person holding it. I have stood in that threshold. Not as a soldier, not as a protester, but as a man who discovered, without warning, that the life he thought he was living had been hollowed out from behind. The betrayal was specific—a wife, a friend of a friend, a blunt truth delivered without mercy. But the violence that followed was not directed at either of them. It filled the room. It became the air. I remember my hands shaking, my vision narrowing to a tunnel, and something ancient rising in my chest that wanted not justice but annihilation. ...

I was ready to do something drastic. My machine had been running hot for weeks. Disk usage climbing, performance lagging, the kind of quiet degradation that starts as inconvenience and ends as crisis. I had installed AnythingLLM to test it, decided it wasn’t ready, uninstalled it — and yet the space never came back. The numbers didn’t lie. Something was eating my disk, and I couldn’t see it. The easy answer was staring at me: clean install. Wipe the whole system, start fresh, rebuild from zero. It’s the digital equivalent of the scorched-earth impulse — the one that says, if I can’t understand the problem, I’ll eliminate the conditions that produced it. I’ve done it before. Most of us have. It feels like control. It feels like decisiveness. It is almost always a confession that we have failed to understand what we are actually dealing with. ...

I did not set out to use artificial intelligence as part of my writing process. Like most things in my work, it began as a practical response to a problem. I was trying to clarify an idea—tighten an argument that felt structurally sound but poorly expressed. The tool I was using responded with something unexpected: not just a rephrasing, but a reframing. It wasn’t always correct. Often it wasn’t. But it forced a different question: ...

Eight books. Different subjects, different tones — but the same underlying preoccupations: clarity, proportion, and the work of living well. Browse below, and if something catches your attention, the cover image will take you to Amazon. Unstuck Unstuck is not a gentle book. It is a direct challenge to the habits of delay, justification, and self-deception that keep capable people from moving forward. Drawing on Stoic discipline and decades of lived experience, it argues that most obstacles are not external — they are internal negotiations we have learned to accept. ...

“We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.” Carl Sagan would have turned 91 today. For millions who first met him through Cosmos or the pages of The Demon-Haunted World, his voice remains a beacon — calm, curious, and utterly unwilling to surrender wonder to superstition. He invited us not merely to look up, but to understand what we saw, to marry awe with evidence. 1 · A Voice for the Ages Sagan’s gift was not just that he knew the universe — it was that he could make the universe knowable. At a time when science often felt remote, he made it intimate: hydrogen burning in the hearts of stars, atoms forged in supernovae finding their way into human hands. To watch him speak was to feel that curiosity itself was sacred. ...

🌍 The New World That Wasn’t When Europeans stumbled onto the Americas, they didn’t find a new world. They found an old one that refused to appear on their maps. Naturally, they called it discovery. It’s amazing what a little self-confidence and a complete lack of perspective can accomplish. They arrived carrying flags, diseases, and the unshakable belief that God was their travel agent. Everything they saw became theirs by proclamation — the land, the people, even the sunsets. After all, what’s a paradise worth if you can’t rename it after a European monarch? ...

For much of the post–Cold War era, the Arctic was hailed as a zone of cooperation. Even adversaries found common ground on search and rescue, fisheries, and scientific monitoring in a region where survival demands collaboration. That consensus has fractured. At the center of the disruption is Russia, which now treats Arctic diplomacy not as a platform for shared stewardship, but as a stage to counter its isolation, secure partners, and project power. ...

Donald Trump didn’t invent American interest in Greenland, but he did put it on billboards. In August 2019, after Danish leaders called the idea of selling the island “absurd,” he canceled a planned state visit and posted the now-famous meme—“I promise not to do this to Greenland”—over a Photoshopped Trump Tower jutting from a colorful coastal town. The theatrics were pure Trump; the target was not. Greenland sits on the seam between North America and Eurasia, with critical minerals underfoot and the U.S. military’s northernmost base at Pituffik guarding the polar approach. That mix of spectacle and strategic logic is the through-line of Trump’s Greenland story. (Reuters, The Guardian) ...

I’m not chasing a fantasy of elsewhere. I’m chasing a better use of my remaining time. Albania keeps coming up because it offers something I can’t seem to buy in the States at any reasonable price: a quieter life that still feels alive. What I want is simple. I want mornings that begin with a short walk to coffee, not a long drive to errands. I want a budget that buys time—time to write, read, and call the people I love—rather than buying square footage I barely use. I want streets that reward curiosity, not speed. Albania, from Tirana’s café lanes to the Adriatic towns, looks like a place built for human pace. ...