Newslettering

I’ve been quiet on this here blog because I am doing most of my personal writing and updates over on my Substack these days, where there is more community. While I’m mixed on how the platform’s trying to turn into yet-another-social-media platform, I do like hanging out there for the most part, and writing to a small and intimate-feeling group of readers, most of whom are people I know.

I’ve been writing a newsletter of links since 2015, when I was first living in Korea. (Wow it’s been ten years, wtf!) It was originally on TinyLetter or Mailchimp but I moved it over to Substack after repatriating to the states. Sometimes I would repost those roundups here, but now I am fully over there, so I wanted to invite you to join if you’re interested, and I’m writing spicier essays or advicey posts for a paid tier, which is available for $4/month as I get started.

I’ll never abandon blogging for good, this is something I’ve practiced since I was 18 years old and got a LiveJournal, RIP. There’s just going to be fewer posts over here.

Cat and Mouse

Throughout 2025 my cat, Abe, has taken it upon himself to “go hunting” and bring me his spoils. True story: One morning I awoke to the sound of chirping IN MY OWN BED and it was a tiny motionless bird that my cat had dragged in.

This morning I awoke to the sound of my cat cornering a mouse (or a rodent of some sort) in my shower. He managed to chase it into the clothing hamper. I then proceeded to lift the hamper and try and take the tiny mammal outside. Frightened, that was when the rat came SCURRYING UPWARD AND OUT of the hamper and up the side of a doorframe. Now my cat is in a standoff with the rat high above him, a rat frozen in fear. I am similarly frozen in fear and decided to do nothing and instead write a blog post while this situation plays itself out.

That’s a rat tail.

My TED Talk

GAAAH I can’t help myself, I’m just going to say it: Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. It’s about the ways that technology changes how we see ourselves. It’s something I’ve been exploring for years now, both in my reporting, and in my book, Flawless: Lessons in Looks and Culture from the K-Beauty Capital. What does it mean when we so often see ourselves through the lens of our phones or computers? What if the way we look in the real world somehow feels less real or doesn’t live up to the image we have of ourselves in our digital life? Here’s the talk, which gets at these questions.

I Heart LA

The skies are clear today, making the contrast between the giant plumes of smoke out my window so striking against blue skies.

My home is in on LA’s Westside near the coast, but not in a canyon or the hills, which are the two types of places most threatened by the multiple fires that broke out this week. The cause of these fires is under investigation, but we know they are fueled by those unpredictable Santa Ana winds. Of those winds, I’m reminded of Joan Didion’s writing, in Slouching Towards Bethlehem:

“It is hard for people who have not lived in Los Angeles to realize how radically the Santa Ana figures in the local imagination. The city burning is Los Angeles’s deepest image of itself. Nathaniel West perceived that, in The Day of the Locust, and at the time of the 1965 Watts riots what struck the imagination most indelibly were the fires. For days one could drive the Harbor Freeway and see the city on fire, just as we had always known it would be in the end. Los Angeles weather is the weather of catastrophe, of apocalypse, and, just as the reliably long and bitter winters of New England determine the way life is lived there, so the violence and the unpredictability of the Santa Ana affect the entire quality of life in Los Angeles, accentuate its impermanence, its unreliability. The winds shows us how close to the edge we are.”

On Monday, my friend Morgan and I were eating lunch out on a patio, soaking in the beautiful weather and feeling guilty that we had it so good in LA, while so much of the rest of the country was buried under snow and sleet. (Morgan is now out on fire lines reporting for NBC News.)

By Tuesday, winds had shifted and picked up so fast that the speed of spreading wildfires was measured in miles per hour. On that day, the largest of the many fires in LA county, the Palisades Fire, burned to ashes the neighborhood where my partner Rob and his family grew up. The humans are safe, but so much property is wiped out. The post office where his sister mailed her college applications. Where they bought their Thanksgiving turkey every year. Where they rode their bikes. (Rob’s sister Joanna wrote heart-wrenchingly of this, for The New York Times.)

Below is video of the Palisades Village part of Pacific Palisades, on Tuesday night at sunset.

On Wednesday morning, I awoke to a message asking whether I could be on Morning Edition in 20 minutes. Before I went to sleep the night before, I had reached out to my old colleagues at NPR on the national desk, which is the desk that springs into action in a disaster. By the time I woke up, the editors of this metastasizing story were hungry for more coverage and I frankly felt relieved to be able to pitch in to contribute. So far, between a near constant stream of spot news dispatched, I’ve reported on folks who lost their homes in Pasadena and the Palisades, and the extraordinary volunteer effort to aid during this disaster.

Thursday the girls were all home from school, as their classes were canceled. We held a morning meeting as a family to discuss how to help. Eva suggested fostering kitties, because she is a cat person. Luna suggested making sandwiches for those in need, which is something we do for displaced people at other times during the year. Our most anxious child, Isa said, “WHAT ABOUT US?! What if WE need to evacuate and our house burns down?” By evening, we had made the sack lunches for Covenant House, a shelter for displaced young people, and I delivered them to K-town since I was reporting in that neighborhood anyway. Seeing the outpouring of donations and community come together in this crisis moved me deeply; I love Los Angeles, I love all its shapes and sizes and colors and the faith folks have in this place and each other.

Volunteers at the Koreatown YMCA on Thursday

And folks on Instagram got us in touch with a woman in the Palisades who lost her home and needed to find shelter for their eight cats. Now we have Minx, a fire victim and evacuee, at our house.

Palisades Fire evacuee temporarily at the Hu house.

Friday, thanks to enduring relationships with NPR producers, Janet W. Lee, who happened to be in town, mixed our K-town piece while I tried to keep the kids occupied, as schools remain closed. By evening, Rob’s mom, who thought she was okay to head back to her Brentwood house, had to heed the warnings to stay out of the mandatory evacuation zone, for the officials had instituted a dusk to dawn curfew, which remains in effect.

What a year this week has been. There is no one in this county of 10 million that doesn’t know someone who lost everything. The scale of this disaster will change this special place forever. We count ourselves among the fortunate ones. Still cozy, in our own homes, with our creatures, and with all the food and water and power we need. Please consider giving to these aid organizations, which my friend and fellow Angeleno Chris Duffy shared this morning:

My 35 Books of 2024

Reading Vonnegut in Santa Barbara, in February 2024.

It feels like 2024 was the year of the divorce memoir, and a lot of them written by people in my age cohort, so I ended up reading a lot of stories of miserable marriages and disappointing partners. I know everyone was wild for All Fours, but I only liked it in bits because I found the main character really tough to relate to(?). Overall, I’m pleased that the vast majority of my reading was by women authors, but in 2025 I need to do some work on reading more fiction, again.

I did a lot of reading for work. I began hosting Forever35 and we are fortunate to have brilliant authors on as guests, so even in cases where I read 95% of their books, I did not list them on my annual reading because I am devoted to the honesty and accuracy of these lists.

Favorites: Girlhood, Yolk, What Looks Like Bravery, Thick, Margot’s Got Money Troubles, Big Fan, Heavy, I’m Glad My Mom Died, and Hollywood Con Queen.

Surprises: Britney Spears’ memoir was way better than I thought it would be. Anna K: A Love Story, which is a modern day retelling of Anna Karenina, was so much fun.

Discovery: I read a lot of books after meeting the author in person (what a privilege, I know) and a few that I learned about from my new friend, Traci Thomas, who hosts The Stacks podcast. She and I selected Interior Chinatown to read together for an episode of the podcast earlier in the year, and it was a delight to read and to gab about it after.

1 Better By Far Hazel Hayes
2 Entitled Kate Manne
3 From Strength to Strength Arthur Brooks
4 Body Work Melissa Febos
5 You Made A Fool Of Death With Your Beauty Akawe Emezi
6 Interior Chinatown Charles Yu
7 Girlhood Melissa Febos
8 The Woman in Me Britney Spears
9 Splinters Leslie Jamison
10 Yolk Mary HK Choi
11 Hits, Flops and Other Ed Zwick
12 Anna K: A Love Story Jenny Lee
13 The 2 Hour Cocktail Party Nick Gray
14 Lessons in Chemistry Bonnie Garmus
15 Thanks for Waiting Doree Shafrir
16 How to Raise an Adult Julie Lythcott-Haims
17 I’m Mostly Here to Enjoy Myself Glynnis MacNichol
18 Die Hot with a Vengeance: Essays on Vanity Sable Yong
19 Horse Barbie Geena Rocero
20 I Hope This Finds You Well Kate Baer
21 What Looks Like Bravery Laurel Braitman
22 Toward Eternity Anton Hur
23 Thick
Tressie McMillan Cottom
24 All Fours Miranda July
25 This American Ex Wife Lyz Lenz
26 Stay True Hua Hsu
27 More, Please Emma Specter
28 Margot’s Got Money Troubles Rupi Thorpe
29 Troubling A Star Madeleine L’Engle
30 Big Fan Alexandra Romanoff
31 Hollywood Con Queen Scott Johnson
32 Heartburn Nora Ephron
33 I’m Glad My Mom Died Jeanette McCurdy
34 Heavy Kiese Laymon
35 Liars Sarah Manguso

If you’re interested in picking up any of these titles, a reminder that I have a page on Bookshop.org with my 2024 reads, and every book you purchase on Bookshop.org supports independent bookstores.

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Deck The Balls, The West Coast Revivals

Some of the hundreds (thousands?) of balls from Deck the Balls ’24.

A humble party I threw together in 2012 back in Washington DC has now turned into a mega-event in my LA backyard. In its original conception, Deck the Balls was an intimate ball-themed potluck/competition in which guests would bring ball-shaped foods to pair with the penis shaped gingerbread cookies my ex-husband Matty and I made each Christmas, as a couple. (I totally forgot about this cookie connection until I read the original Deck The Balls post, thank goodness for this blog). Prizes were awarded in three categories (best salty, best sweet, and most creative), and my friends all BROUGHT IT.

Fast forward to 2023, when I had moved to a new house in LA and had yet to throw a backyard bash in my backyard, which is actually an ideal backyard for parties. So just in time for the holidays, I brought back Deck the Balls! This time, the West Coast Edition. Deck the Balls turned into an epic 100 guest affair, complete with the original spherical food potluck competition (and instead of just me as judge, there was secret balloting among attendees), and the crucial addition of The Yarns, my go-to party band led by my friend Matt, my partner Rob, and featuring the saxophone skills of my dear friend Sam Sanders. The Yarns have played my Black Tie and/or Pajamas Birthday Party, and now, TWO Deck the Balls events, so they’re basically my house band. The best part of bringing back Deck the Balls was that original attendees from the DC edition, Matt Thomps and Bryan Tradup, DROVE DOWN from SF to attend! They are the only two guests who have attended every Deck the Balls that was ever tossed.

The Yarns featuring Sam Sanders at Deck the Balls ’23. Rob was seated and obscured bc he was still in an ankle boot from the “Parkour in a Bouncy House” injury of 2023.

Last year, the ball innovations included chicken pot pie, but as balls. Omusubi, but as balls. Spicy Numbing Mala Rice Balls won in the savory category, and Friend Tim’s Chocolate Bourbon Balls won in the sweet category. Bryan, who had cooked chicken meatballs from Costco just for funsies, actually WON in the “Balls I Just Like Licking” category, but was sleeping through the election results, somehow, right behind the band’s backdrop.

The vibes at these events are unmatched. The live music is electric and wonderful thanks to such talented musicians among my friends. This year I couldn’t squeeze in the party before leaving for two weeks in Taiwan, so Deck The Balls was thrown as a New Year’s Eve event. New Years involves ball dropping, so, why not! Amid a doggie emergency (our pup Oscar was operated on earlier in the day, more on that later), we were still committed to convening friends and loved ones. So glad we did. Jotting down a few special little moments from last night so I don’t forget:

  • Friend Shay squeezing melon-sized grapefruits (sent from McAllen, Texas by my friend Skyler), by hand, for our signature cocktail: Sparkling Paloma
  • Matt Thompson getting called up literally 30 seconds before having to swing Twist and Shout, learning the key, and totally crushing it. Or as the kids say, he ATE IT UP!
  • Lindsay showing me a photo of the painting that Friend Alex painted of her and instantly tearing up, so moved was I about this art and how clearly Alex saw Lindsay
  • Rob showing his sons the food laid out on the tables and then reading, of one of the snacks: “Corn Puff Crack. [Pause]. Don’t do crack.”
  • My high school graduation tea co-host Chrissy’s little brother, who I had never met, showing up to the party and suddenly recognizing it was him after lingering on his face for a moment and seeing his sister’s features in his face
  • Ailsa and Blake’s exuberance and joy, dancing along to the live band
  • Matt and Lindsay singing along to Always Be My Baby, not just the main tracks but also how they knew EVERY backup track too, and harmonized
  • Hot Rob and Sam making music together to “You Never Can Tell,” and Sam and Misty on At Last was magical
  • Losing my voice earlier in the day and persuading the doctor to give me steroids so I could make it through the party.

I’m sure more will come to me later, but I’m just so full of joy after hosting friends and hopefully, helping connect people to each other. Happy 2025 and let’s hug one another tight through whatever is to come.

Christina, me, Jon and Shay. (Jon and I share dislocating our shoulders a lot, in common)

2024 in Review: Nonstop Nonsense

We all had matching flight suits, which led to some real confusion for the people of Carbondale, Illinois after we landed at a tiny airport and deplaned with giant speakers and a deejay from the Norwegian woods, playing harmonica.

It was the year of brat summer, calling things weird, and being very mindful/very demure. The Dodgers won the World Series. TikTok faces an imminent ban. Kamala Harris enjoyed a flawless campaign rollout after Joe Biden’s catastrophic debate, not that it made any difference in the election outcome. US election results marked the full realization of the cultural shift toward woman-hating, with a electoral college AND popular vote win returning Donald J Trump to office. So here we are. An entire movement based on sneering at other people and whipping up reactive resentment will soon be in charge, again. The manosphere is no longer the extremist counterculture, it is culture. What are men are capable of when the rules don’t apply to them and their actions have no consequences? We’re going to see how that works on a global scale, as the US is but one of the modern democracies turning toward plutocratic wannabe authoritarians.

And I have never felt so demoralized about traditional journalism. Institutions are losing audiences and trust, newspaper owners kiss up to Trump, and the structural problem persists: paying for the work of deep and accurate reporting is only increasingly expensive, while creating a sprawling alternative information ecosystem from influencers is cheaper, and can demonstrably shift opinions.

As we make the turn to 2025, I feel dread about the macro forces globally and confusion about what I’m supposed to do, individually. 2024 was a year marked by upheavals in politics, culture, and technology, which led me to turn toward the personal. On that front, this past year was chock full of gifts. We got a puppy. The girls are growing up strong and sassy and finding their specialties. Luna’s playing soccer seriously enough to join a club team, Isa is now dancing in the company, and Eva has become a working actor and premiered in her first regular cast member role in a show on BratTV. I love watching them blossom and delight in the magic that moves through them. For me, so many stretches of 2024 felt like I was on perma-vacation — I cosplayed as a gentlelady of leisure and went so many places and experienced so many things, thanks to generous friends who hosted us or invited us to unforgettable locales for sun, skiing, speaking and general mischief. I fell down the lucky tree and hit every branch.

Best gift: A Little Free Library for my front yard, gifted by Rob, assembled and installed by Justin, painted by me and Eva. Runner up: The kitty izakaya.

Favorite Film(s): Challengers, Anora

Favorite TED Talks: Amy Kurzweil on how she connected with her past, and Gaya Herrington on why poverty and pollution persist when the world’s getting richer.

Firsts: Solar eclipse. Acupuncture. Capybaras in real life. Getting paid as a screenwriter. Giving a TED talk. Eating water buffalo brain and spine. Ziplining over Mexican jungles. Indian Wells tennis tournament. Getting my book translated into a different language (Polish edition came out). Reselling clothes online. Snake River float trip. Meeting two-week-old puppies. Officiating a wedding.

Disappointments: The 2024 presidential election. A slow year for Reasonable Volume. Getting non-refundable tickets to Paris and canceling. Getting creamed by a speeding cyclist, while we were on foot. Spilling iced tea on the same laptop that I already spilled iced tea on last year. The collapse of the journalism industry. Saltburn.

New cities: Bozeman and Big Sky, Montana. Kathmandu and Bhaktapur, Nepal. Sedona, Arizona.

Most Absurd Incident: We caught the most majestic solar eclipse from a clear spot in the path of totality, after being flown to Carbondale, Illinois in a private plane charter. But then locals confused our group for a cult because we were all wearing matching flight suits.

Interviews That Will Stay With Me: Tressie McMillan Cottom. Glynnic MacNichol. Emily Amick on civic involvement as true self care. Lyn Slater about how expansive and fulfilling growing older is. Meaghan Keane on the bias against single people and how to reframe it.

Favorite Podcast Episodes I Went On: Vibe Check, Normal Gossip, Apple News in Conversation

Yassss!

Favorite Selfie(s): MONICA LEWINSKY!

Nerdiest Accomplishment: A tween (who isn’t my own) judging me as a “cool mom.”

Hu Hideaway Guests: Steve Boyle. Jean Lee. Jake Adelstein. Mari, briefly. Justin. Patrick and Carlos. Matt and Bryan.

Purchases and practices that fed me:

  • Just Ice Tea Peach Oolong
  • The cultural writing of The Atlantic’s Sophie Gilbert
  • This no chocolate chocolate chip cookie recipe
  • Hosting friends in my guest house, aka, “The Hu Hideaway”

And in no particular order, this year I…

Officiated a wedding!
Dislocated my shoulder (again, so this is the third time now)
Slept the best sleep of my life, at a resort in Santa Barbara
Caught food in my mouth at Benihana on the first try
Organized a community coat drive and collected 400 coats, thank y’all for donating!
Started hosting a new podcast, Forever35
Wrote my screenplay treatment and outline
Spoke on a panel with Donna Karan in the front row, just casually taking it all in
Endured birds flying into my house on two (2!) separate occasions, triggering me to freak out and call for friends to come over and chase them back outside
Spent countless hours on set, set-sitting for my working actor daughter
Spent countless hours on the sidelines, soccer-momming Luna
Spoke in San Francisco, Michigan, Hawaii, Boston, Nepal, New York, Atlanta, Dallas, and LA (a few times)
Saw so much live comedy: Morgan Jay. Ali Wong. Sheng Wang. Morgan Jay 2x more. The funny people who opened for them, whose names I don’t recall.
Appeared on 17 podcasts (including three of them I host)
Read 35 books (not counting kid ones), reviewed two of them and recommended a third
Attended one wedding and one bat mitzvah: Vallejo (Matt and Bryan) and San Francisco (Franny’s Bat Mitzvah)
Ran 94.2 miles (a five year low) but played a lot of tennis
Wrote 23 newsletter dispatches
Reunited with my brother and parents in Taipei to celebrate the holidays
Flew 88,799 miles to 25 cities, seven countries and spent 106 days away from home

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Capybara IRL

Alternate Realities

“This reality-fracturing is the result of an information ecosystem that is dominated by platforms that offer financial and attentional incentives to lie and enrage, and to turn every tragedy and large event into a shameless content-creation opportunity. This collides with a swath of people who would rather live in an alternate reality built on distrust and grievance than change their fundamental beliefs about the world. ” —Charlie Warzel, in The Atlantic

Reprinting here what I put out to my Substack newsletter, Hu’s Letter, this morning.

This edition is gonna be a little different from the usual fare, given we’re headed into another four years of a Trump administration! I am not going to share poetry because all the poetry being passed around in the wake of the decisive re-election of criminal/con man/rapist/racist/dumb dumb Donald J. Trump has somehow made processing the grim reality we’re in harder for me. Instead, this particular TikTok worked better on me, h/t Friend Doree:

Speaking of TikTok… imho the single most important thing to understand about this election is a tech/culture story. It’s the complete realignment of cultural power away from “trad media” and toward right-leaning or extreme right podcasters and influencers. The story of the 2024 election is that of political technology.

Heather Cox Richardson sets it up this way, emphasis mine:

[Racism and sexism] were amplified by the flood of disinformation that has plagued the U.S. for years now. Russian political theorists called the construction of a virtual political reality through modern media “political technology.” They developed several techniques in this approach to politics, but the key was creating a false narrative in order to control public debate. These techniques perverted democracy, turning it from the concept of voters choosing their leaders into the concept of voters rubber-stamping the leaders they had been manipulated into backing.

In the U.S., pervasive right-wing media, from the Fox News Channel through right-wing podcasts and YouTube channels run by influencers, have permitted Trump and right-wing influencers to portray the booming economy as “failing” and to run away from the hugely unpopular Project 2025. They allowed MAGA Republicans to portray a dramatically falling crime rate as a crime wave and immigration as an invasion. They also shielded its audience from the many statements of Trump’s former staff that he is unfit for office…

We all ignore Joe Rogan and the manosphere to our peril. When I say manosphere, I mean the algorithmic amplification/reinforcement of a right wing fictional universe (via small batch Substacks and Rumble, up through podcasters and YouTubers, OANN, Fox News). It is a mirror industry of social media platforms built specifically to amplify right wing voices and cannot be ignored, because it lures in apolitical/typically fence-sitting participants, notably any man under 30 who has a hobby:

I want to point you to a few useful follows and pieces that are clarifying. Because yes white dudes broke for Trump (as they have before). But Kamala Harris also underperformed with almost every kind of young person: young white women, young Black voters, and young Latinos. And Democrats will never claw their way back to power without understanding how a powerful disinformation infrastructure works to advantage billionaires and what they want. Links and follows:

The so-called Breitbart Doctrine stated that “politics is downstream from culture”—that is, the ideas conveyed by popular entertainment shapes consumers’ worldviews. This proposition called for conservatives to build a shadow Hollywood that tells conservative stories and raises up conservative stars (Duck Dynasty’s un-P.C. patriarch, Phil Robertson, won an award named for Breitbart in 2015). In the long run, though, the doctrine’s biggest impact has been encouraging the right to get creative with online culture.

They instead built that “shadow Hollywood” where it really matters: not in film and TV, but online.

“This imbalance when it comes to online influence is no accident. It is the result of massive structural disadvantages in funding, promotion, and institutional support. And understanding why Democrats can’t (or really won’t) cultivate an equivalent independent media ecosystem that rivals what the right has built is crucial for anyone who hopes to ever see the Democrats back into power…

Leftist channels do not receive widespread financial backing from billionaires or large institutional donors, primarily because leftist content creators support policies that are completely at odds with what billionaires want.

Left leaning influencers argue for things like higher taxes on the rich, regulations on corporations, and policies that curb the power of elites. Wealthy mega donors aren’t going to start pouring money into a media ecosystem that directly contradicts their own financial interests.”

tl;dr I think it is futile to analyze any of the 17,000 campaign tactics or strategies or decisions that could have gone differently. The key factor in 2024 was the strength of a fictional cinematic universe that holds extreme sway among young people and men in America (and frankly, more and more in other parts of the world as well).

Now What?

The Washington Post has this great long read from 2023 on responding to the “crisis of masculinity,” writing:

If the right has overcorrected to an old-fashioned (and somewhat hostile) vision of masculinity, many progressives have ignored the opportunity to sell men on a better vision of what they can be.

George Conway, writing in The Atlantic, says our one hope is Trump’s incompetence:

He represents everything we should aspire not to be, and everything we should teach our children not to emulate. The only hope is that he’s utterly incompetent, and even that is a double-edged sword, because his incompetence often can do as much as harm as his malevolence. His government will be filled with corrupt grifters, spiteful maniacs, and morally bankrupt sycophants, who will follow in his example and carry his directives out, because that’s who they are and want to be.

Okay, before the next Trump administration starts, Brian Beutler, writing in Off Message, offers another glimmer.

“Is there any reason not to despair entirely?

One source of hope is that the future is unwritten.”

Finally, paraphrasing Elizabeth Warren here: On the road ahead, there will still be opportunities to fight back. We might not win most of them. But when we arrive at each of those moments, we will have a choice to give up or fight forward. Extremists are counting on us to point fingers at each other and lose trust in our ability to make change. We will continue to fight for each other.

We will return to regular newsletter programming next time.

“We thought you’d like to look back on this post from 4 years ago”

Wrong, Facebook. I did NOT want to look back on this post from four years ago. Though, I am glad I captured the destabilizing, dizzying start of the 2020-2021 Zoom school year in this poem. It feels distant in time, but near to my psyche, always.

A poem I stitched together from the instructions and error messages and chats when we haltingly began the school year on screens.

 

The Big TED 2024

Chatting with Alex and Esther as Reggie Watts gave his TED Talk

What I remember about TED 2024: AI. AI. AI. The sun’s unpredictable activity might lead us into a mini-ice age that could last 70 years, but we don’t know because we don’t know enough about the sun. Something about fusion and fission. Quantum computing speaker went on stage with sunglasses on top of his head that he wears at all times. A gorgeous talk in Mandarin by Chinese artist Cai Guo Qiang, which, thanks to AI, allowed his own voice to do the Mandarin-to-English translation of the talk in real time, as he was giving it. Controversy about Bill Ackman getting to do a TED Talk, only he ended up not giving one but sitting for a vague Q and A instead. I met my shero, Monica Lewinsky, after looking all over for her for days. She was wearing blue.