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:

• The beach saw a marked decline in quality since last year, owing to — I kid you not — the proprietor of the cafe getting in a fight with the person with rights to put lounge chairs on the beach, resulting in neither being available, no working restrooms, and the surrounding area being littered with used wet wipes and worse (hey, if you gotta go you gotta go).
• Not every member of our large 12-person group was fully on board with spending most of the day on a beach like that, or any beach really, seeing that they weren’t great swimmers.
• The water was absolutely freezing, even in early August, which is on one hand good because rising temperatures in the Mediterranean sea were tied to climate change, but on the other hand you really had to swim to survive and again not everyone was up for 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:

• Smoking was encouraged, by the fact that there were ashtrays everywhere and that even the employees would light up during work hours, including while setting up lounge chairs in a just-opened and otherwise completely empty pool.
• On the other hand, wearing UV-protective swimwear was discouraged. We had several requests from the staff for our 6-year-old to take the upper half of his swimsuit off. Our takeaway from this and the above was that the Radisson in Montenegro had a general pro-cancer stance.
• There exists, we were reminded during our recent trip to Valencia, a kind of effortless hospitality that makes you feel welcome and at-home without being either too pushy or too bootlicky. Unfortunately, the resort staff was not familiar with that or any other type of hospitality, being more inclined to either argue or behave like they were my old drinking buddies.

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.

• Bart’s Watch Stories on YouTube: How Casio Made the Most Sold Watch Ever. It is about Casio F-91W, my default watch, and I can attest to its — excuse the pun — timelessness.
• @StatisticUrban on X: What states do Americans most approve of? DC is the lowest at +1 net approval.
• Ruxandra Teslo: Your newborn is not Hepatitis B vaccinated because of wokeness. See also her exchange on X with Curtis Yarvin, aka Mencius Moldbug, aka Mr Head-Up-Ass who loves the sound of his one voice even as he recommends disastrous remedies for obvious problems.
• Marioun Fourcade and Kieran Healy: Authenticate thyself. The subheading is “The sovereign individual and the paradox of the digital age”. It is more highfalutin than what I usually read — “The combination of epistemological self-centredness and hyperconnectivity makes people susceptible to diffuse forms of ‘supersense’-making (to borrow a term from Hannah Arendt).”, reads one sentence — but the essay does some important sense-making of its own:

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.

• The World in Which We Live Now is a 30-minute lecture Nassim Taleb gave in August at the “Ron Paul Institute for Peace and Prosperity”. Highly relevant.
• Culture Has No Name for This Cursed Vibe. It’s Everywhere from Ben Davis pinpoints the prevalent visual style of the world Taleb describes. And the cursed imagery is indeed everywhere, even in what the toddlers are exposed to. Just look at the cottage industries of Italian Brainrot, Creepy Pasta, or The Boiled One — all of which I learned about from my grade school-aged children as these are apparently what they talk about in the schoolyard. I think it started with Too Many Cooks (↬Tyler Cowen).
• Historians See Autocratic Playbook in Trump’s Attacks on Science is a cogent account by William J. Broad of the NYT of the hunch I had a few days ago that the complete mismanagement of science and education policy and funding is directly related to the regime’s dictatorial tendencies (↬James L. Olds).
• A New Institute for Neglected Research, How We Could Save Billions by Finding Which Medical Treatments Don’t Work, and The Case for a “Department of Government Efficiency” are a one-two-three punch from the Good Science Project on the radical measures the regime would be taking if it did want to make American science great again. The second one is of particular interest to me, as it matches perfectly with the types of clinical trials I think we need more of (“Set 2” trials in the linked article, not that the terminology matters).
• questioning (sic!) the prevailing narratives in which Winnie Lim comes to the same conclusion I did about two works of David Graeber: The Dawn of Everything latches on to your mind and shifts your perspectives years after you’ve read it; Debt: the first 5000 years was unreadable. Unlike me, she is willing to give “Debt…” another chance.
• Does Work-Life Balance Make You Mediocre?, in which Cal Newport reacts to a 22-year-old proclamation in the WSJ that “‘Work-Life Balance’ Will Keep You Mediocre.”​ is a fitting conclusion to this Labor Day list.

Happy grilling!

🎾 They found him, and they boy ended up getting more than just a hat. Love a happy ending.

A beautiful day in DC, which I have spent running just to stay in place:

• replaced the microwave control board (thank you, YouTube)
• figured out which parts to order to repair broken shades
• repaired busted French door hinges
• declogged drains
• packed and stored the aquarium (RIP, little fish)

All the while evading my progeny’s attempts to rope me into a game of Foresaken, which is apparently what children do these days instead of running around in back alleys and playing hopscotch.

After being away for almost two months, this is my impression of our little corner of DC: fewer people, more police cars, scattered groups of youngsters in camouflage uniforms looking like they’re just happy to be here although not really sure what they were supposed to do, the usual smattering of disheveled people sleeping on the ground and/or park benches, but with fewer belongings packed around them, all of us under the watchful eyes of Dear Leader.

The last 8 or so months have been a series of catastrophes small and large, most of which with delayed effect so that the true consequences won’t be recognized until years from now — if at al, seeing how the crack American news media have TikTok attention spans. Just look at research: grants not being paid out, many more not even being submitted because what’s the use, then people deciding to leave the country, others being kicked out, even more choosing to do their studies elsewhere. None of it will have consequences tomorrow, next year, or even what remains of this decade, but consequences it will have and they will not be positive.

But this is just high-level catastrophizing. The situation on the ground resembles ever more an Armando Iannucci satire that reveals everyone to be an idiot even the so-called serious people in the room. Of course as Kohen brothers have taught us, the stupidest people are also the most vicious.

What I would love to know is whether any American who supports the turn their country has taken for any idealistic reason and not for personal enrichment or opportunism? If this describes you please email me or leave a comment below. This immigrant needs an explanation for why copying petty dictators and making Little Pyongyang out of DC is good for anyone whose office is not in Kremlin.

🎾 Ladies and gentlemen, behold the US Open’s Jackass of the week. I hope that sweaty unautographed hat stinks up everything in the bag.