a bus every 6-7 minutes is the entire secret of good transit. no schedule, no app, you just show up. the kids have been screaming the answer at us for over a year. six seveeen. headways. they're talking about headways
Arsenal, one of England’s big football clubs, just donated a pile of their players’ old socks to a horse and donkey sanctuary, and the rescued animals are now wearing them.
It works because modern football socks are footless. Players wear separate grip socks on their feet, so the long sleeves get thrown out. That shape turns out to be perfect for sliding onto an animal’s leg, where they keep flies off sore skin, hold bandages in place, and cover the leg while hooves are trimmed.
The sanctuary, the biggest of its kind in Britain, says the bright red socks have already cut down on vet visits. The donkeys have also decided they make good toys, and have taken to pulling bananas out of them.
the anthropic co-founder jack clark advice that stuck with me:
read the primary material. not the summary. not what the ai said about it. the actual thing.
form your own opinion first. then ask the model. never the other way around.
keep practices in your life where it’s just you against the world ~ a sport, an instrument, reading, building something with your hands. spaces where the algorithm can’t mediate what you learn about yourself.
and don’t defer to AI even when it’s usually right. especially then, actually. that’s precisely when the habit forms.
the people who won’t get eaten by this moment are the ones who stayed hard to replace. not because they avoided the tools but because they kept the parts of thinking that make the tools worth using.
USA. A potluck. Everyone brings one dish. I have never been so out of my depth in my life.
I was invited to a gathering. "Just bring a dish to share," they said. Simple words. I did not sleep for three days.
Because I understood instantly what this was. A summit. Every guest, a lord of their own house, arriving bearing tribute. And tribute is judged. Tribute is ranked. To bring the wrong dish to the wrong table is to fall in standing before your peers, possibly forever.
So I prepared. I made my finest dish. I carried it to the door with two hands and a straight back, braced for the weighing of my worth.
The first lord arrived with a bowl of orange powder noodles. Macaroni and cheese. The crowd roared. He set it down at the center of the table. The CENTER. I noted this. The center is the seat of power.
The second lord brought a tower of small brown meat orbs in red sauce. "Meatballs," he announced, like a man laying down a sword. They were placed beside the macaroni. A strong showing. An alliance, perhaps.
I studied the table like a battlefield map. Potato salad: defensive, reliable, old money. A vegetable tray, untouched, clearly a hostage offering no one expected to win. And then a woman walked in, raised a flat box overhead, and the entire room turned and CHEERED.
Pizza. She had brought pizza. Store-bought. Still in the box.
I was stunned. She had not even cooked it. And yet the people rejoiced as if a king had entered. I revised my entire understanding of the hierarchy on the spot. Effort means nothing here. Only the roar of the crowd decides rank.
I placed my dish down, humbly, near the napkins. A peasant's position. I accepted it.
And then a man tapped my shoulder, pointed at my dish, and said the words that changed everything.
"Whoa, did you make this? This is amazing. Everybody, you GOTTA try this guy's thing."
The room turned. The room came. The room ATE. My dish vanished in ninety seconds. The pizza woman herself took a second helping and looked at me with respect.
I had won the summit. By accident. With a dish I placed by the napkins.
I understand nothing about this country. I have never been happier. I am hosting the next one.
So tell me, America.
Is there a system to the potluck? A secret rank? A hidden law?
I have decided there is not.
You just bring the thing you love, and everyone eats it, and somehow everybody wins.
It is the most insane way to hold a war.
I will fight in every single one.
Thierry Henry on why Arsenal divide opinion in football:
🗣️ “People keep asking why Arsenal get so much attention, so much criticism, so much reaction… it’s actually very simple.
Arsenal are not a club people can ignore.
When they win, it becomes a global conversation. When they lose, it becomes a global celebration. That doesn’t happen to small clubs.
That happens to clubs that matter.
And Arsenal matter.
That’s why every decision, every mistake, every defeat gets amplified beyond normal football discussion.
Look at what happens after a night like the Champions League final against PSG. It’s not just PSG fans celebrating you see rival fans, neutral fans, even people who don’t watch Arsenal regularly suddenly very interested.
That tells you everything.
Nobody spends that much energy reacting to a club they don’t care about.
And yes, part of the noise comes from the size of the fanbase. Arsenal supporters are everywhere, and when a fanbase is that big, opinions become louder, arguments become bigger, and rivalries become more personal online.
But let’s be honest… every top club in the world behaves the same way when they’re successful.
People say they don’t like Arsenal fans, but what they really don’t like is the visibility that comes with success and expectation.
Because Arsenal are back in conversations for the biggest trophies, every result now carries weight.
That’s not hatred. That’s relevance.
And the truth is simple clubs that nobody talks about don’t get loved or hated.
Arsenal get both.
And that alone tells you exactly where they are in football.”
Even when Arsenal was not winning trophies. We never obsessed about other teams. We kept supporting and enjoying our team and its football. Somethings you can’t buy
Not surprised that people are immediately trying to write revisionist history about the game today. That’s what idiots do
-Arsenal scored from open play. PSG could not
-PSG needed a penalty, conceded by Arsenal’s 3rd string RB, to score at all
-Outside of that penalty, PSG did not record a shot on target inside the box until the 117th minute
-PSG needed a penalty shootout to win the game
Casual fans will look at the possession and the shots, without understanding that Arsenal allowed PSG to have the ball and shoot it from non-threatening areas on purpose
At the end of the day, PSG deserved to win, because they stepped up when it mattered
But anybody suggesting that Arsenal didn’t play well, or didn’t execute their plan to perfection, is either lying to you for interactions, or they are genuinely incapable of analyzing the game that they just watched
It really is that simple, at the end of the day
I'm sorry but this has been the most incredible enjoyable season of football I have ever experienced, I've seen these players die on the pitch for this club 63 times this season, I feel nothing but gratitude and pride. Football's cruel, but it could be a lot lot worse man.