Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I could go back in time. Not to change anything—I'm not that presumptuous—but to take notes. This is one of those posts. We're in Padua, the first Sunday in May 1326. The city is in the hands of Marsilio da Carrara, Cangrande della Scala blows on…
Women are wonderful beings. Late women, moreover, are capable of manifesting powers that defy the laws of known physics, and probably even some yet to be discovered. They pass you on the freeway at gravitational detachment speeds—that threshold beyond which time slows down and matter behaves nondeterministically…
How the world is spending billions a day building a silicon God—and why the light might actually go out. There's one thing the CEOs of Microsoft, Google, Amazon, Meta, and Oracle have in common right now. It's not a passion for innovation. It's not a vision of the future. It's the fear of arriving…
Saturday afternoon. A conversation overheard. "I don't celebrate April 25th. It's not my holiday." Said with the calm, almost proud, confidence of someone who believes they're saying something courageous. Instead of saying it quietly, as one does when they suspect they're saying something stupid, he said it out loud...
There's a line Laura wrote that I can't get out of my head. "Do you know how long it takes for a cover to dry? You don't know. There's no timer." I could have written it. Word for word. Except I'm not talking about covers—I'm talking about certain musical passages that you can't rush,…
Say it out loud. John Ternus. It sounds like the name of a mutant in a Marvel Studios movie, the one with the power to bend metal with his mind or project force fields at his enemies. But no: he's Apple's new CEO, effective September 1, 2026. He's led the company's hardware—…
There's a man—let's call him Riccardo—who turns on the phone every evening and gets angry. There's not enough work, prices are rising, a distant war that seems to have nothing to do with him. Yet he votes, comments, gets angry. Always in the wrong direction. A legitimate anger. Real. Absolutely right. Too bad it's always, systematically, directed in the wrong place. And no,…
Imagine this scene. It's 5:45 PM. You have three deadlines staring you in the face, a colleague who gave you a rude response this morning, a meeting that could have been an email, and a four-day-old technical problem that no one knows how to solve. You're already daydreaming on the couch at home, drinking a beer, your daughter...
There's always something mystical, almost religious, when a band that made prog-rock history releases a new album. We're talking about Yes, the band that shaped entire generations of musicians. Even if you're not familiar with the genre, who hasn't hummed or simply nodded along to the opening riff of Owner Of…
Yesterday, Trump's clash with Pope Leo XIV erupted. The current President openly called him "weak," even going so far as to claim credit for his election to the papacy. He also stated that he would not tolerate a Pope who, in his opinion, would agree with the idea that Iran possesses the atomic bomb. That the tycoon has...
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