Jason Toney is a digital media strategy guy based in Los Angeles. This is his personal blog. Yeah, he still does that on occasion.
Thirty years in, the WNBA's front office is protecting Caitlin Clark's fanbase at any cost, even the part fluent in "common sense bigotry." Choosing not to antagonize bigots is still a political choice.
I'm desperate for some sense of a shared cultural language or zeitgeist right now, but not like this.
Finding my American spirit while making groceries.
“It’s us,” Shannon said when I wondered aloud some twenty years ago about who would fight for what’s right. She’s been gone for over a year now, but I’ve returned to her moral clarity again and again as we navigate the overwhelming selfishness that has always been a core part of the American psyche, but [ ]
At some point in a long musical career, you should want to trade disposable hits for substance, especially after your crown has been tarnished and your character has been questioned. That seems beyond Drake.
Dave McMurray's I LOVE LIFE even when I'm hurting became the soundtrack for finding hope when grief and dread compound. So did crab in black bean sauce, and a birthday table, and the people my father loved most.
In this era of "I alone can fix it" ruthless individualism, I'm most inspired by evidence of earnest, joyful, hardscrabble people working together.
"I want to love my neighbor like atoms sharing a cell. I want to love my body like a turtle loves its shell."
I romanticized an analog creation myth for the rest of the day. The next morning, I spent hours screwing around with Claude. Am I a hypocrite?
When every social media app makes you feel a little worse, rarely shows you the people you actually know, and demands more effort to determine what’s real than to enjoy what you’re seeing, the easiest response is to look away. Walk out your door.