Accusations of “wokeness” are fascinating, not because I agree with them, but because of the semblance of legitimacy that surrounds them.

It’s time to appreciate what cassettes lent to the experience of listening to music.

I recently bought some of my favorite childhood books. Were they worth the money, or just a nostalgia trap?

There’s no pandemic in this kitchen. Just the promise of perfect pizza.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget just how much CSS offers today’s web developers.

This is why she’s one of my favorite movie critics.

Remember the golden days, when we had “just enough internet”?

After two decades of sitting on a shelf, my first computer started up just fine (albeit, very slowly and loudly).

For better or worse, the internet has become a big collective memory organ.

Exploring the German concept of “fernweh.”

The demolition of my childhood home and the impermanence of memory.

Also: Screwing over creatives, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2’s narrative flaws, saving old TV shows, redeeming nostalgia, touring Apple’s new campus, hand-coding CSS, and a better pro-life approach.

I’d spend hours poring over catalogs like these, trying to decide what music to buy with my meager college paychecks.

Now you can relive all of those moments that came right before you pumped the machine full of another stack of quarters.

In which I probably write way too much about what was my favorite movie for part of my childhood.

What musical element will cause someone who is currently fourteen or fifteen to wax nostalgic when they hear that same song in their thirties?

The sounds of the track take me back to all of those sweaty, exhausting nights spent in the Cornerstone Dance Tent.