
The Future Comes in Gray
The AI boom needs millions of dollars in paint. I tried to understand semiconductors when I should have bought a roller.
The Daily Riff.
Humor, Reviews, Sports Picks, and whatever else invades my mind.

The AI boom needs millions of dollars in paint. I tried to understand semiconductors when I should have bought a roller.

Five sports leagues, one Monday, international politics, and four questionable picks. That’s not a gambling problem. That’s diversification.

A spoiler-free review of You Can See Everything detours into truth, unreliable memories, and the alleged sexual history of my high-school Volkswagen.

MSG employees clicked an email offering championship rings and earned mandatory cybersecurity training. James Dolan has an unusual approach to appreciation.

I took pictures of what used to be the Mirage and realized I had outlived a volcano. It had no cholesterol, a maintenance crew and a Grateful Dead member supplying its soundtrack. I hadn’t realized we were competing.

A proposed community offers housing credits for stand-up comedy. Finally, an audience that can actually make me homeless.

Jay-Z reportedly picked himself for the Super Bowl halftime show. As a self-employed photographer, I understand a thorough search that ends with hiring yourself.

Japan is sending a spacecraft to bring dirt home from a moon of Mars. I have three dogs and two robot vacuums. We should compare notes.

Your bees can move into your neighbor’s hive, and Ontario has already decided whose side it’s on. Gary’s getting honey. You’re keeping the outfit.