I am writing this from an Apple Vision Pro, VisionOS 26 Beta 8, no additional hardware, just pecking away at the virtual keyboard. A few thoughts:
Seen on X and confirmed during my run today: the Trump banner has been removed from the Department of Labor. Good. It never belonged there.
🍿 Thursday Murder Club (2025) felt oddly flat for a British murder mystery with an A-level cast. I can think of two reasons why: Chris Columbus’s sense of pacing doesn’t sit well with me — “Home Alone” was the last time he hit his target — and Thomas Newman’s scores tend to be lethargic. Too bad.
Our two-week visit to the beaches of Montenegro was, overall, a bust.
The fault was mine. I tried to recreate the one perfect day we had there last year, on a secluded beach accessible only by boat and with crystal-clear water perfect for snorkeling but with amenities like a small cafe, working restrooms and lounge chairs. To do that, we booked a place that was minutes away from the dock closest to that beach in Rating for Čanj: thumbs down, one star, would not go again. Čanj, a small and fairly undeveloped town.
The idea was to take the 10-minute boat ride there each day and do nothing but swim, with some rest and book reading in between laps. The reality was that:
And then, 6 days into our 14-day stay, there was a fire. This sent one half of our group back home to Serbia earlier than planned, and my own clan to Rating for Ulcinj: thumbs up, five stars, will go again. Ulcinj, which was the furthest away we could have imagined to go and get away from the smoke. We spent 3 days there, and those were in fact the highlight of the trip because Ulcinj and our last-minute apartment booking were both breathtakingly beautiful. Sadly, the small town beach was a sandy muddy mess, and the larger, 12-kilometer long strip of sand was both too far away and reminded us too much of what we could get in our backyard, so we had to find an alternative for the remainder of our stay.
So we ended up at a resort. Not just any resort, but the first ever Rating for the Montenegro Radisson: thumb horizontal, 3 stars, would only come in the off-season so unlikely it would ever happen again. Radisson in Montenegro, or rather a 10-ish or so-year-old complex of beautiful stone-encrusted seaside property that got its Radisson license this year. Not exactly the beach — it sat on a piece of rock so the main way to get into the water were ladders — but it was again crystal-clear, only slightly warmer, and with a greater variety of sea life than the one we first had in mind.
The first day was a fairy-tale ending to our trip-to-date. Sadly, we had 5 more days that all but destroyed our initial impression:
Topping everything off, our return car trip reminded us that Montenegro sorely lacks infrastructure to accommodate the number of people it receives during the summer, which is not helped by summer-time road closures for repairs. This is unfortunate, because Montenegro is a microcosmos of every possible beach you can find, from Thai island-like seclusion to Greek island wilderness to the Wildwood-level expanses of sand, all in a sub-300km stretch of coastline. If and when we ever come back, it will be on a boat.
As the deployment of digital technologies continues to generate ever-more stratospheric concentrations of wealth, the masses sink deeper into the void left by the evisceration of social solidarity and the rise of automation. The often-missed point about sovereign individuals is that not everyone gets to be one. But everyone should aspire to be one, and in the meantime follow one, as they walk down the road to selfdom.
Worth reading for that last sentence alone.
There is much to learn from Alan Jacobs’s brief post about the pleasures of reading, if you don’t take it too seriously. Who apologizes for re-reading? Where is the line between keeping count of books read and surveying what you have read in a year? And of course, if after a long day at the office and sharing some evening time with the family the only way to get to a book is to crack it open at 10pm while lying in bed and at least try to read, who is Jacobs (and who am I) to judge? We can’t all be humanities professors.
Happy grilling!
🎾 They found him, and they boy ended up getting more than just a hat. Love a happy ending.