The Latest on Regulating Social Media 

It’s an idea whose time has come.

I’m quite down on the addictive design social media companies use, including both algorithmic newsfeeds and endless scroll. As such, I was pleased to see the recent multi-billion dollar settlement between Facebook and nearly all of America.

The settlement will effectively force Meta to make major product changes for all U.S. teen users. The company agreed to interrupt endless scrolling and to impose two-hour daily time limits on Instagram and Facebook.

This is some good progress in regulating these products and loosening their hold over users. Unfortunately, it’s limited to underage users, and adults need protection against this harmful design as well.

When I first expressed my distaste for the way social media companies use algorithmic feeds to capture attention, I wrote:

Algorithmic newsfeeds can’t be uninvented, and it seems unlikely they’ll be regulated out of existence.

That’s likely still true, but there’s additional welcome news out of Australia. They’re planning to require at least the option to opt out of algorithmic content be made available, and they’re doing it for adults.

Users over 16 years of age will be given new tools to turn off algorithm-driven content, with platforms facing fines of more than A$100m for non-compliance.

Under the plan – dubbed “my feed, my way” – users opting out of the algorithm will see content only from individuals and groups they have actively chosen to follow.

Imagine that.

I Fought the T

And the T lost.

In 2017, I ran a charity fundraiser/unsanctioned road race against Boston’s B Line, an MBTA Green Line trolley that very much does not put the “rapid” in “rapid transit”. In that event, approximately 120 folks raced alongside what we call “the T” for about four miles. The course began at the line’s terminus at Boston College and followed along Commonwealth Avenue to Blandford Street, the last aboveground stop.

That race took place on a cold January day, and I ran hard just to stay warm. When it was over, I had posted a solid 27:18 over 3.97 miles, for a 6:52/mile pace. And yet, the T narrowly beat me.

A Green Line train in motion

As you can see, I was displeased with that result, and no amount of free bananas or nifty race medals could console me. I was, however, comforted by reports from friend-of-the-site Maggie S. and other spectators who rode the train itself. A B line ride is generally a pokey affair, and seldom causes passengers to yell “Whooooooaaaa!” as though they have suddenly found themselves on a roller coaster. That day, they did just that. That particular operator really got into the spirit of competition, and drove extremely aggressively. So I soothed myself with that idea that I could certainly beat a fairly driven T. But I didn’t actually go back to prove it.

Until eight years later, that is. In 2025, I signed on for the Charlie Card Challenge. This is a similar race, but rather than stopping at Blanford when the train disappears underground, the course continues on for two more miles to Park Street. For the first two-thirds of the race, it‘s possible to see your opponent, but after that, you’re racing blind.

Visible opponent or not, I felt good about my chances. Though I was coming off a nagging injury, my race paces were significantly faster than 2017. The T ride I took to get to the starting line was even encouraging, in its otherwise depressing slowness.

It turned out to be a tougher race than I’d have guessed. The T ran a lot faster headed inbound than it had outbound, and there was more vehicular traffic to dodge than I expected. Stopping at traffic lights and watching the seconds tick up while cars streamed past was mentally painful.

In the end, I managed a 44:34 over 6.03 miles. That’s a 7:23/mile clip, slower than in 2017, but enough to edge out the particular train I was racing by an utterly delicious 5 seconds. Victory! Vindication! Vengeance, even!

A Green Line train in motion
[Photo courtesy of P. Kafasis]

Still, I knew I had gotten a bit lucky. The race featured 8 different waves, and while my time beat their 46:51 average, 2 of the 8 trains were faster than I was. Had I run in Wave 1 or Wave 5, my 44:34 would have come up quite short. This was not a decisive win.

2025 results, including Wave 1 at 43:16 and Wave 5 at 42: 24

So it was that this past Friday, I set out to slay the T for good. The 2026 Charlie Card Challenge again featured eight waves, with hundreds of runners, including a Boston Globe reporter (whose article is, alas, paywalled). It also got non-paywalled coverage from WBUR and GBH. Clearly, people continue to enjoy a man vs. machine tale.

I’m in better running shape than I was last year, but there are no guarantees when it comes to an unsanctioned road race against a train on city streets. The MBTA has also been focused on extensive work to speed up their entire system. So while I believed I could beat the T, I didn’t know if I would.

I took another slow ride out to the starting line, and at a few minutes before 7 PM, I set off at the front of Wave 7. For half a mile, I led the way at a sub-6 minute pace, before tapering off a bit. Despite that fast start, the train quickly got ahead. I snapped a picture as it did.

A Green Line train in motion
You’ll have to forgive the blur, the train was moving and so was I.

The train and I battled back and forth over the first two miles, but I eventually put it behind me for good, at least as far as I could tell. At around two and a half miles, I heard its bells one last time, but I refused to give the trolley the satisfaction of even a backwards glance.1

While racing along the remainder of the aboveground portion, I delighted in reading the arrival estimates as I passed each station. Seeing the time for the next train climb from “1 minute” to “3 minutes” provided a notable boost. As I powered past Blanford, I knew I had a good lead.

However, last year’s race had taught me that I’d want a cushion to combat the pauses that would be forced upon me. The open-course nature of the race puts the runner at the mercy of traffic lights, and I had to stop for several, losing perhaps 60 to 120 seconds. Speeding up or slowing down to catch a pedestrian walk signal was an essential strategy, particularly in the final Back Bay section.2

I caught the signal at Charles Street, the final road crossing, and churned into the last half mile in Boston Common. I felt good, until I didn’t. The park was crowded with people and vendor carts, due to a large festival going on. The pungent air suggested this was some sort of weed fest, which later research confirmed. Passing through a marijuana rally as you attempt your finishing kick is certainly an experience.

In the end, my watch showed 41:59 for 6.00 miles, a 6:59/mile pace. I beat my train by a good two and a half minutes. In fact, I beat all eight trains, and even the fastest train we’ve seen, last year’s Wave 5 that put up a 42:24. I can now proudly and only a little foolishly declare that I’m faster than T.

2025 results, including Wave 1 at 43:16 and Wave 5 at 42: 24

For reference, here are results for all four years of the race thus far.

Charlie Card Challenge Average Train Speeds

  • 2023: 47:13/7:52s (Race date: September 8, 1 train)

  • 2024: 52:07/8:41s (Race date: September 13, 6 trains)

  • 2025: 46:51/7:49s (Race date: September 5, 8 trains)

  • 2026: 48:41/8:07s (Race date: September 18, 8 trains)3

I’ll close with cheers and thanks to Tom Aye and Dirty Water Running for putting on this ridiculous and ridiculously fun race. At this point, I’m not certain I’ll be back to race again next year. I’m satisfied that for now, the T is no match for me. If the MBTA eventually manages to implement signal priority for the Green Line though, I’ll definitely be there for another rematch.


Footnotes:

  1. As Satchel Paige said, “Don’t look back. Something might be gaining on you”. ↩︎

  2. The more fearless/reckless runners may even take to dodging moving cars, though that’s certainly not recommended. ↩︎

  3. You might notice that after a substantial speed up between 2024 and 2025, the trains got a bit slower in 2026. I’m curious how the date of the race might affects train speeds. Being a little later into the new school year might mean, say, more college students going downtown, slowing down the trains. ↩︎

She’s Probably Had Better Birthdays 

Daisy seems like a good dog, but she’s no Lassie.

It would be pretty terrifying to fall into the earth while walking in your own back yard. Fortunately for Danielle Tammon, her neighbors eventually heard her calls for help, and called 9-1-1.

A pair of disembodied sandals, near a hole in the grass

Emergency responders used a ladder to get through mud, water and roots to rescue Tammone.

“Firemen, cops, ambulance, special unit, EMTs – they were wonderful,” she said.

“And they all sang happy birthday to me. It was great,” Tammone said.

🎶 Happy birthday to you
You fell in a hole
We’re so-r-r-ry that happened
But we got you out 🎶

Doomed Houses 

This problem isn’t going away.

Today in perverse incentives, coastal property owners are incentivized by their insurance to let their homes fall into the sea, rather than proactively tearing them down.

McDaniel says he can’t afford to move the house, which would be his first choice, or to demolish it. The house has a flood insurance policy that will pay out $250,000 if it collapses, plus up to $100,000 for lost belongings.

“If it’s teetering, you’ve got to sit and wait for it to fall in the ocean,” he says.

That’s bad for pretty much everyone and everything.

An Appreciation for Craft 

I hope we can hold on to it.

Of late, as A.I. has begun appearing in so many parts of every day life, I’ve found more and more appeal in things that are analog. Over at Eater, there’s a great piece on restaurants leaning into human touches, and steering away from A.I. I was delighted to see one of my all-time favorite restaurants, Superiority Burger, shouted out. As well, the closing spoke to me.

To me, a restaurant that employs AI art is capitulating to the culture of slop, akin to reheating premade food from Sysco. It’s impossible to square with a value system that cares about craft and integrity.

You can use A.I. to make a passable version of many things, including the design of a restaurant menu. That doesn’t mean you should.

Money Quotes: September 2026 Edition

“Kaivoin apinan raivolla maata”

Let’s look at some Money Quotes, the best in ridiculous quotes from the news.

First off, in South Boston, we have a a true and confirmed scofflaw:

[O]fficers spoke to the victim who stated an unknown male entered the store and took a coffee and a snack without paying for them. ​The victim stated the suspect has done this on several occasions​, ​​demonstrating a complete disregard for ​potential consequences.

Honestly, if criminals had any regard for potential consequences, they probably wouldn’t be out there criming.

Also in lousy criminals, we have a Florida man, because of course we do:

A woman who was inside the HomeGoods at the time of the incident told officers that she saw Thomas enter the store, walk into the aisle where she was standing, and say, “I’m sorry, I have to do this,” CCPD said. The woman said Thomas then dropped his pants, exposing himself.

That’s obviously awful. I guess it’s at least something that he pre-apologized? No, no, it’s still awful.

Let’s pivot to baseball, where big leaguer Willson Contreras was doing a minor-league rehab stint when he had some sort of trouble with an umpire:

Contreras also got into a spat with the home-plate umpire Saturday in Portland, but when asked about the incident Sunday, he didn’t elaborate.…“I don’t know, you can go ask the umpire, his name is Gary,” Contreras said.

Willson doesn’t want to get into it, but you can go ask Gary.

Finally, in better news, Finnish metal detectorist Kalle Lappinen found a cache of thousands of Viking-Age silver coins. He described what happened after his detector pinged:

With the fury of a monkey, I dug through the soil, bottom moraine and cobblestones,”

I suspected this might be a translated idiom, and a Reddit user on r/Finland seems to verify that. Delightful! Let’s all get out there and see about making that phrase stick in English, too.

Japanese Parking Pockets 

In Japan, architects have carved parking right into homes.

Rather than dedicated garages, some city homes in Japan feature cut-outs where cars can slot in.

A car parked within a house, in a niche carved out for it, rather than in a traditional garage.
[Photo via @brutbuilds]

Many of the homes pictured in this article seem to be architect showpieces, leading me to wonder how common this practice really is. Regardless, the idea of shaping a house around a dedicated void for a car remains a strange one to me.

In Japan, architects have carved parking right into homes.

Braden’s Infinite Tour of Italy 

The promo doesn’t end until Braden dies or Olive Garden does.

Braden “Breadsticks” Sinclair is one of just 50 people who possess an Olive Garden Lifetime Pasta Pass. He seems tremendously deserving, and his website LifetimePastaPass.com is chronicling it all. It’s even got a gallery of Olive Garden merchandise he’s collected over the years.

25 Years of Flags 

That’s dedication.

Today marks 25 years since the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks in America. As such, it seems fitting to link to this short interview of Robert Carley. Since that day, he’s been photographing American flags all around the country.

A man in front of a pickup truck painted to look like an American flag

That’s a beautiful shot of a beautiful old pickup.

Cyborg Cockroach Paramedics 

I really hope to never need these.

If the A.I. robots aren’t coming for your job, the cockroaches just might be. Scientists are now working on what they call “Paraborgs”, cybernetic cockroaches that could provide help in emergencies.

Imagine you are trapped under rubble after an earthquake and you see an electronics-covered cockroach with a spring-loaded needle on its back scuttling toward you.

Once again, do I have to?! First diving cockroaches, and now cockroaches delivering medicine? Send in a cute rescue dog or just leave me to die in peace, sans roaches.

The article also notes:

The researchers acknowledge that “for someone who is already trapped or injured, seeing a cyborg insect approaching could understandably be a little surprising or unsettling at first,” Vo-Doan says. Ways to make it clear these insects were part of rescue efforts might include flashing lights, recognizable emergency markings, “or perhaps a tiny speaker delivering a simple message such as, ‘help is on the way,’” Vo-Doan adds.

If the needle-armed cockroach that sidles up to me while I’m trapped under a collapsed building also has a speaker asserting that help is on the way, I really don’t think it’s going to put me at ease.