Science

So, you’re about to save an image, and that little dropdown asks: PNG or JPG? And suddenly, you pause. You squint at the screen, question all your life choices, and wonder why this is even a decision you have to make. Well, let me tell you—it is. Because choosing the wrong format can absolutely ruin your image. And you won’t even realize it until it’s too late, like when you zoom in and see that your once-crisp design now looks like it was printed on a cereal box from the ‘90s. ...

There was a time when Facebook and Instagram felt like a lifeline—a way to stay connected with friends, share life’s moments, and keep some kind of bridge between us. Then, at some point, Mark Zuckerberg decided my nostalgia needed to be monetized. These days, my Facebook feed looks like this: Ad Ad Friend at the beach in Puglia (ouch, thanks for reminding me) Ad Friend eating fresh mozzarella (okay, now you’re just hurting my feelings) Ad Random guy trying to sell me crypto Meanwhile, I’m in New York, staring at a so-called “fresh” mozzarella ball that has the texture of a wet sponge. ...

The NYC Bread Hunt: How I Finally Found (and Made) the Perfect Loaf You ever bite into a slice of bread and think, This is it. This is the one? Because for the longest time, I didn’t. Moving to New York, I figured finding good bread would be easy. I mean, it’s NYC! Home of the best bagels, killer pizza, and a food scene that never sleeps. But Italian-style bread? That was a different story. ...

Why I Switched from Jekyll to Hugo (And Why You Might Too) I started blogging last summer because I wanted my own space on the internet. No algorithms, no distractions, no social media noise—just a place I actually controlled. At first, I went with Jekyll because it was GitHub Pages’ default. It worked… until it didn’t. Jekyll was like an old car—reliable but constantly needing maintenance. The issues kept piling up: ...

I work from home in an old Brooklyn apartment with high ceilings, creaky floors, and a history that whispers through the walls. Our study is actually our daughter’s bedroom during off-hours, repurposed as a workspace where my wife and I sit at separate desks. Just enough space to pass between us. Close, but not too close—perfect for love and concentration. She’s studying to become an elementary school teacher, headphones on, eyes locked on her screen, so intensely focused that I’m convinced she could ignore a fire drill. I’m right beside her, lost in lines of PHP code, wrestling with bugs that refuse to die. ...