Wellness

I was elbow-deep in the guts of a 1974 Minimoog last Tuesday, trying to trace

I was hunched over a disassembled Moog synthesizer last Tuesday, surrounded by a graveyard of

I’m so tired of seeing those “aesthetic” evening routines on social media—the ones involving expensive

I was staring at a stack of $80 “superfood” meal kits and a color-coded nutrition

I’m tired of seeing “resilience” sold as some expensive, high-end lifestyle accessory—you know the type,

Stop wasting your money on those “smart” posture trainers that beep at you every time

I was sitting at my desk last Tuesday, staring at a blinking cursor while my

I was sitting at my workbench last Tuesday, surrounded by the smell of solder and

I spent twenty minutes last Tuesday staring at a YouTube video of a woman in

I’m so tired of seeing those “aesthetic” morning routines on social media—you know the ones,