Remember the Internet?
I’m 38. That means I remember the internet. I remember when the internet was new. I remember my very first livestream (New Year’s Eve, 1994)....
I’m 38. That means I remember the internet. I remember when the internet was new. I remember my very first livestream (New Year’s Eve, 1994)....
I see a lot of blog posts selling the dream. The dream of location independence. Of life as a digital nomad. The dream of the...
After our bad break with the surfing, Z and I hunker down in our sterile boudoir to discuss what to do about Sumbawa, given we...