Alex Michael

3 weeks ago | smh.com.au | Alex Michael

By Alex Michael June 1, 2025 — 5.00am, register or subscribe to save articles for later. Add articles to your saved list and come back to them any time. Just over seven days ago I stumbled into a workplace conversation that led me on an epic, albeit not exactly life-changing, journey.

1 month ago | aquestionablelife.com | Alex Michael

Your job is borderline impossible. You are a cosmic translator, a meaning-maker. You’re tasked with taking everything, in its infinite complexity, subjectivity, and ambiguity—the physical world, the interior world, the interpersonal world—and distilling it down into a series of sounds that can be understood by children and grandmothers, steelworkers and senators. You must create a sliver of overlap between every Venn diagram in existence.

Jan 7, 2025 | msn.com | Alex Michael

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Jan 7, 2025 | theguardian.com | Alex Michael

I just beat all of my friends at the new Mario Party game. It wasn’t even close. There are luck elements in the game, sure, but I got about a million stars and they got none. I feel like a god walking among mortals. And then I get the buzz (on my mobile cellular device): a text message from a beloved family member over the age of 50 asking how I’m doing. I reply to the effect of: “I’m doing great! I just beat all my friends at the new Mario Party game.

Dec 29, 2024 | theguardian.com | Alex Michael

Some people feel compelled to ride bikes, others mandated to hit the gym. Me? A compulsion to tell myself that I suck to be around. I’m not going to stand here and say that self-hatred is unique to me. It’s just that it isn’t, until the last week of the year that I don’t feel entirely mawkish for admitting it. When I feel that others share my self-loathing, if only briefly. When a simple question leaves even the most lovable Lotharios spinning dark webs of utter BS.