Nathan Burstein

Kinda frustrating that the reward for making it through January is . . . February

RT @hugorifkind: It’s Holocaust Memorial Day. This year, I’m thinking of a woman called Sulamita Szapiro. Here she is as a student. We were…

Gonna A/B-test “six of one” versus “half a dozen of the other”

Setting a reminder for November, when I am sinking into a deep seasonal depression about the sun setting at 5 pm, about the sheer joy I will feel in January over the sun setting at 5 pm.

Feeling sad for all the people who lived before the Internet and/or never experienced a pandemic and therefore missed out on the singular thrill of rewriting SEO to make clear that a humor piece is a humor piece and not misinformation about Covid-19

Boring subway ride transformed by text from high school friend asking if a former classmate has cryptically announced a divorce and new partner on Instagram, followed by thorough simultaneous exploration of multiple people’s multiple social media accounts!

After being a conscientious objector for my entire career so far, this week I slipped and used “stakeholders” unironically in a work meeting ☹️

This morning I closed one monthslong chapter of my life and embarked on a new one. (Finished a tube of toothpaste and opened another.)

Signs you’re aging: graying hair, creaking bones, never having heard of someone and then seeing they have 10.7 million followers on Instagram

My coping mechanism for daylight savings this year is to try to be really happy for people in the Southern Hemisphere