Serves 2 My Surf & Turf began with an email from my specialist meat supplier. They had lobster tails at a very good price, so naturally I looked at the website. While I was looking, I discovered a cut of meat I did not know before: Chuck Eye Steak. Chuck eye comes from the neck…
At the Atlantic Corridor, a conversation about active rest became a conversation about hammocks, walking, learning after school, family pressure, sleep, and the strange modern habit of measuring peace. The Question Was Already Suspicious The Mayor began with a confession. He had no idea what active rest meant. This is sometimes the safest way to…
Alexander began tired, somewhere between a football weekend, a sleeping couch, a small son, a working Monday, and The Mayor’s French advice to take life more slowly. The conversation was about sleep. But really it became about rhythm, responsibility, recovery, and the strange problem of being a reliable person with a tired body. A Little…
Ralf’s active-rest weekend included running shoes, a carbon bicycle called Forrest, Spanish food, an impossible hotel room, and two people who enjoy life in completely different ways. This began as a conversation about active rest. But it became a conversation about marriage—about how two people can be very different, give each other space and still…
I closed my eyes for a conversation about rest and found a private beach where time does not exist, potatoes whisper, and nobody asks what we are having for dinner. Before this conversation, I had written honestly about how bad I had been feeling. Pressure had been building since November. The Mayor knew some of…
I haven’t quite been myself lately. For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been walking around, pacing the floors, and mulling things over in my head like a detective trying to solve a mystery: What on earth happened? It’s the strangest feeling. I don’t feel lazy—in fact, my brain is shouting that I want to…
What began as a conversation about digital rest became something much more familiar: how ordinary frustrations take up space in our minds, and how laughter, family, and small victories help us put that space back where it belongs. Sometimes we imagine that rest comes from switching off our phones or spending less time online. But…
How a full weekend, an afternoon nap, a bike ride, and a quiet evening on the sofa reveal what real rest looks like. Sometimes a conversation begins with one question and quietly answers another. This one started with “rest in a busy life.” But beneath that was something more familiar: how do you keep going…
A conversation with Bruce about AI, power, pleasure, morality, and the strange human habit of muddling through This began as a conversation about Las Vegas. Not the city as a travel destination. Not the slot machines, the hotels, the Eiffel Tower copy, or the artificial Venice without the jet lag. Las Vegas became a model….
A Swimming Club conversation about new cars, old instincts, digital rest, and the strange moment when technology promises comfort but asks you to go to university first. The Car Is No Longer Just a Car This began as a conversation about Digital Rest. Not meditation apps.Not screen-time graphs.Not a clean theory about modern life. It…
