Pennyland School

I was looking out my window the other afternoon, just watching the familiar parade of delivery vans roll through the neighborhood. It struck me how completely our consumption habits have been sanitized and digitized over the past few years. There was a time, not all that long ago, when acquiring cannabis involved a certain level of necessary friction. You had to know someone, or you had to endure an awkward transaction in a dimly lit, slightly paranoid environment. Now, the entire culture has been repackaged into a standard, aggressively efficient e-commerce checkout cart. The shift, obviously, began with the federal legalization framework, which entirely answered the once-pressing question: is buying…

I was walking past an old, boarded-up video rental store the other day—one of those truly archaic neighborhood relics that somehow survived the last two decades only to finally succumb to a leaky roof—and it made me think about the sheer, unforgiving velocity of retail evolution. It is actually sort of staggering, I think, how quickly an entire industry can just pivot from the shadows into the harsh, fluorescent light of mainstream commerce. Take, for instance, the Canadian cannabis market. If you roll the clock back just a handful of years, the logistics of acquiring it were entirely, sometimes exhaustingly, analog. You had to know someone. You had to endure…

Det finns ett ögonblick som varje parfymintresserad person känner igen. Du står vid en parfymdisk i ett varuhus, provar en doft du har velat ha i månader, tittar på prislappen — och lägger tillbaka flaskan. 1 800 kronor. 2 500 kronor. Ibland mer. För 100 ml vätska i en snygg flaska. Doften är fantastisk, men priset gör att den stannar i butiken istället för på din hud. Det är inte doften som kostar. Det är varumärket, marknadsföringen, kändissamarbetena och den lyxiga förpackningen. Själva parfymen — de eteriska oljorna, den aromatiska kompositionen, det som faktiskt doftar — kan återskapas med samma kvalitet, samma komplexitet och samma hållbarhet till en bråkdel av…

I was scrolling through my phone the other evening—mostly just an exercise in avoiding the stack of mail on my kitchen counter, if I am being perfectly honest—and I came across a rather peculiar account. It was a young musician, or perhaps they were an aspiring lifestyle influencer, the distinction is increasingly blurry these days. They had posted exactly three videos. The videos themselves were fine, relatively well-lit, perhaps a bit unremarkable. Yet, the account possessed something like forty thousand followers. It is a jarring disconnect, I think, when the visible output simply does not align with the apparent audience size. My initial reaction was a very mild, very human…

You've tried the diets. All of them. The one where you counted everything. The one where you eliminated entire food groups. The one where you ate according to a colour system, a point system, a timing system or a list of "approved" foods that someone on Instagram swore by. Each one worked — for a while. You lost weight, you felt in control, you told yourself this time was different. And then it stopped working. The restriction became unsustainable. The cravings returned. The weight came back, often with extra. And you were left not just where you started, but worse — more frustrated, more disconnected from your own hunger signals,…

Ik fietste laatst door een vrij rustige, typisch Nederlandse buitenwijk. Je kent het wel—nette voortuinen, strak geknipte heggen, auto's keurig op de oprit. En toen, vrij abrupt eigenlijk, torende er een gigantische opblaasbare man over een schutting heen. Het is een fascinerende, en misschien een tikkeltje absurde, traditie die we hier koesteren. Als iemand een halve eeuw oud wordt, vieren we dat niet in stilte of met slechts een bescheiden kaartje. We laten de hele straat, de hele wijk eigenlijk, weten dat er een onzichtbare grens is gepasseerd. Het is een ritueel van lichte, liefdevolle publieke vernedering gecombineerd met oprechte viering. En het landschap van deze traditie is in de…

It is always somewhat fascinating, I think, to watch the very people who are paid to navigate the rules suddenly decide that those same rules simply do not apply to them. I was sitting in a rather quiet café the other morning, just sort of watching the rain hit the window, thinking about how fragile professional loyalty has actually become. You sign a contract, you shake hands, you assume a certain baseline of decency. But then… well, then the reality of ambition kicks in. It is messy. Humans are inherently messy, and when you mix that unpredictability with the high-stakes, sharply elbowed environment of corporate law, the results are almost…

I was sifting through a stack of recent press releases this morning—or maybe it was late last night, time really does blur when you're looking at regulatory filings—and I stumbled across this report from Verified Media Group. It actually made me pause and just sort of stare out the window for a minute. It’s about a dental practice down in South Florida, and it honestly struck a nerve regarding how entirely, almost terrifyingly vulnerable we all are when we sit back in a medical chair. We just open our mouths and assume, I think quite naturally, that the person holding the drill is operating strictly ethically. But then you read…

There's a moment in every nursery setup when the room goes from "finished" to "theirs." The crib is assembled, the mobile is hung, the dresser is stocked with impossibly small clothes — and then someone places a name sign above the crib, and suddenly the room belongs to a person. A person who isn't here yet, or who just arrived, but whose name on that wall makes the whole space real in a way that paint swatches and Pinterest boards never quite managed. That same feeling applies to a wedding. The arch is decorated, the flowers are arranged, the tables are set — and then a sign with the couple's…

Dans un commerce alimentaire, le rayon frais n'est pas un rayon comme les autres. C'est celui qui attire le regard en premier, celui qui communique la qualité de l'établissement avant même que le client n'ait lu une étiquette, et celui qui génère les marges les plus intéressantes — à condition que les produits soient présentés à la bonne température, avec la bonne visibilité, dans un meuble qui fonctionne sans interruption et sans exploser la facture d'électricité. Le choix d'une vitrine réfrigérée murale positive pour épicerie n'est donc pas un achat accessoire. C'est un investissement qui impacte directement la conservation des produits, l'attractivité du point de vente, la conformité sanitaire et…