The pandemic has revealed that higher education was never about education.
Twitter verification was first a tool for vanity.
GPT-4’s mastery of the SAT will re-entrench the power and influence of rote exams.
Please don’t embarrass us, robots.
LaGuardia is reborn, and it has a message for the nation.
The intangibles you didn’t even realize you had come to expect are disappearing.
Artificial intelligence could spare you some effort. Even if it does, it will create a lot more work in the process.
HBO’s adaptation of The Last of Us offers a definitive case for games’ narrative impoverishment.
And that’s how it should be.
Something becomes entrenched. Then it fades away.
Treat it like a toy, not a tool.
People just can’t stop tweeting about all the tweets they see.
It never should have begun.
But at least you have something to talk about.
The universe doesn’t care about you.
Even in paradise, death lurks.
But that doesn’t mean it’s useless.
Neither bicycle nor motorbike, the two-wheeler’s future demands an identity of its own.
Like so much else, the act of informing on bad actors for good reasons has become tainted.
Stick shifts are dying. When they go, something bigger than driving will be lost.
This dispute is where all sanity and logic go to die.