Screen Zombies at Lunch, AI at the Gate

Screen Zombies at Lunch, AI at the Gate

There he was—a preteen kid, hunched over a laptop in the middle of a family lunch, hammering away at a low-rent Mario knockoff like his life depended on it. He didn’t touch his food. Didn’t speak. Didn’t look up. When the battery finally gave out, his mother passed...
Mystery Meat and the American Malaise

Mystery Meat and the American Malaise

I remember school lunches the way you remember your first heartbreak—with equal parts nostalgia and indigestion. Back in the day, our cafeteria cooks had access to five-pound blocks of government cheese that came in plain brown cartons—USDA surplus with a side of...
Where Are the Shipyards?

Where Are the Shipyards?

You can write all the executive orders you want. You can form task forces, launch action plans, and declare a new era of American shipbuilding. But before we start pouring steel and painting hulls red, white, and blue—we’ve got to ask a basic question: Where the hell...