Sam Eifling

1 week ago | phoenixnewtimes.com | Sam Eifling

You wouldn’t believe how far we can make a dollar go. That’s my simplest pitch to you as we at Phoenix New Times roll out our spring fundraising campaign. We’re asking for our readers to chip in to keep our work free and strong. Our promise in return is to put that money to good use. We publish hundreds of stories a month, to keep you up to speed on news, culture, food and music in the Valley. Ads pay for most of what we do.

1 month ago | stories.uh.edu | Sam Eifling

UH Energy experts say emerging battery, microgrid and AI technologies could be the answer to fortifying Texas’ ailing power grid — at least in the short term. By Sam Eifling UH Energy experts say emerging battery, microgrid and AI technologies could be the answer to fortifying Texas’ ailing power grid — at least in the short term.

1 month ago | phoenixnewtimes.com | Sam Eifling |Christopher Coplan

Admittedly, M3F Fest 2025 did have its share of ups and downs. But if there's one thing that the fest does especially well, it's serve as a vital source for totally nutso things uttered by its various attendees. Heck, we'd put it right up there with Innings Fest for sheer absurdity and humor. So what exactly is it about M3F that draws out people's most peculiar inner thoughts? The feel-good, hippie-adjacent attendees are probably just more free and unbothered.

2 months ago | sequoiacap.com | Sam Eifling

Tilman Tschoeke's first day at RobCo was in the spring of 2022. The small-scale industrial robotics company was still tiny, with just 25 employees in their Munich office. It was a challenging time for European startups-the characteristic precarity of early-stage entrepreneurship was exacerbated by rising interest rates and Russia's invasion of Ukraine. Companies were counting every euro carefully.

Jan 20, 2025 | phoenixnewtimes.com | Sam Eifling

You and I are buds, so I’ll deal you one of those not-for-print tales. It takes place in the aughts, under the midday Florida sun on the patio of a fish-and-fries joint on Fort Lauderdale Beach. I was a staff writer for New Times Broward-Palm Beach, and I’d just written a cover story about a bull-necked anti-racist skinhead who went by the nom de guerre of Diablo. He sat across from me at a picnic table with an expression on his face like a thunderhead. In person, Diablo could be darkly charming.