Miss O: The Technique Was Not the Point There’s a coffee shop near home where the tables don’t quite match and nobody complains about it.
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The Product I Wasn’t Allowed to Build
I didn’t start with a pitch deck. I started with a notebook. Six months of notes.Sketches.Measurements.Supplier calls.Market checks.Customer surveys.Prototype failures.One working model on my kitchen
Or: What Extreme Wealth Does to a Person There is a certain kind of wealth that doesn’t simply avoid taxes. It replaces them. Not by
Miss O and the Manufacturing Renaissance:
Why America Needs to Move Beyond the Tip Economy We’ve all had that moment where we look down at a receipt and wonder how something
Every generation leaves something behind. Sometimes it’s buildings or tools. Sometimes it’s damage. But always—whether we mean to or not—we leave lessons. Ways of thinking.
I keep seeing it scroll past. “General strike.”“Shut it all down.”“Nothing changes until we stop working.” It shows up between pictures of kids’ lunches, half-finished
Why We Need to Lower the Temperature I’ve always been a little dramatic. Not in a storming-off-stage, throwing-scarves-in-the-air kind of way (though I do own
New rule: let’s stop being mad about everything. Not “stop caring.”Not “look away.”Just stop living in a constant state of grievance cosplay. Outrage has become
& Happy Holidays from the Blue Ribbon Team A Christmas Note From All of Us at Cernunnos Foundation & Blue Ribbon Team As the year
I think one of the strangest things about living right now is how little anyone is expected to see. Not in a moral sense.In a
I think it’s finally time to admit something that has been… simmering in my laundry baskets, hiding behind my bedroom door, and possibly forming a
I’m not an artist. I always feel like I need to say that first, because anytime I talk about creativity, someone assumes I’m trying to
Three Views on Wealth
An Editorial Conversation from The Blue Ribbon Team Every so often the internet kicks up a little dust that tells a much bigger story than
There comes a moment every December—usually right around the time I can see my breath inside my car—that my inner seasonal compass gently nudges me
Miss Ordinary takes a walk through a neighborhood that remembers how to smile — and wonders when we stopped letting houses have a little fun.
So I Asked Around Last month, somewhere between a fever and a mountain of envelopes, I started texting a few writer friends — one in