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If AI Steals Everyone’s Jobs, Who Will Buy the Products?

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That question shows up under almost every post I write about artificial intelligence. A hundred times a week, in a thousand different versions. And it may be the smartest question in the entire AI debate. So smart, in fact, that it was asked long before ChatGPT, long before Silicon Valley panic, and long before “AI disruption” became a daily headline. Seventy years ago, in fact. The 1954 answer Cleveland, Ohio, 1954. Ford has just opened the first fully automated engine plant in history. A company executive is giving Walter Reuther, the head of the American auto workers’ union, a tour. Standing in front of machines that work on their own, he cracks a joke: “Walter, how do you expect to collect union dues from these robots?” Reuther doesn’t hesitate. “And how do you expect to get them to buy cars?” It’s hard to improve on that answer. In seventy years of papers, conferences, books, and panel discussions, nobody has come up with a sharper one. And yet the robots at Ford are still there. ...

Casottel in Milan: the historic trattoria the city should not lose

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Casottel is one of Milan’s most authentic historic trattoria, but its future is uncertain after the lease expired. Here’s why this farmhouse restaurant matters. I still believe cities need places like this I have a soft spot for restaurants that do not try too hard to impress me. Maybe it is because most places now arrive with a concept, a brand story, and a mood board, and very little actual soul. Casottel, in southern Milan, is the opposite of all that: it feels like memory, not marketing. That is why the idea of losing it lands badly. Casottel has been part of Milan’s fabric since 1963, and although the current restaurant grew out of that history later on, the farmhouse itself has long been a place of food, gathering, and community. In a city that moves fast and reinvents itself constantly, that kind of continuity matters.  What Casottel is Casottel sits in Via Fabio Massimo, near Porto di Mare, in the kind of Milan that still feels like it has a bit of soil under its fingernail...

Crisis? What Crisis? Oh—Now It’s Urgent

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Well, after an almost impressive display of hesitation, the Prime Minister has finally arrived at a decision. A snap election has been called for the 30th of May. Photo: OPM And so, the country is now strapped in for a 33-day political brawl, less a contest of ideas and more a grim, bare-knuckle exercise in endurance, staged in a nation already buckling under the weight of its own chronic dysfunction. Let’s not pretend this was decisive leadership. For months, the Prime Minister toured the media circuit with the air of a man allergic to commitment, repeatedly insisting that an early election was unnecessary. Firmly unnecessary. Absolutely unnecessary. Except, of course, for the small, slippery caveat appended at the end: “unless it is in the national interest.” There it is. The phrase that explains everything and nothing. At the time, while the Opposition scrambled rather desperately to recruit Roberta Metsola as a political saviour, Abela began hinting that an election might be called...

Tow: when society decides your car is your life

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Some films entertain you, some educate you, and some make you seriously reconsider the structural integrity of modern civilisation and whether it should be allowed to continue unsupervised. Tow falls very firmly into that last category. Based on the true story of Amanda Ogle, it follows a woman whose stolen car is impounded and then trapped inside a towing system so aggressively inefficient, so bureaucratically creative, and so emotionally unwell that you begin to suspect it was designed during a particularly bitter lunch break. What begins as a simple case of “get the car back” evolves into a long, grinding exercise in paperwork, fees, and existential despair. And yes, it is entertaining. In the same way, watching a kettle boil while you slowly lose your patience is “entertaining”. The story (or how to lose your will to live in 12 easy steps) Amanda Ogle is living in her car in Seattle when it is stolen. Already, we are not exactly starting from a place of abundance and optimism. The...

€8 Milan Trattoria Miracle: Crono, Milan: The Glorious, Greasy Time Machine That Laughs in the Face of Inflation

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In a city like Milan—where a plate of leaves arranged by a man with a beard and opinions can cost you €22—I’ve found something extraordinary. A place called Crono in Città Studi, where the food is unapologetically 1995, the portions are heroic, and the bill… well, the bill feels like a clerical error. This, dear reader, is not just a restaurant. It’s a rebellion. The Name: Utterly Confusing, Entirely Irrelevant Crono. Sounds like a malfunctioning wristwatch or a minor Greek deity. Not a place that serves food capable of stopping your heart—in a good way. Owner Giulia inherited the name and, quite sensibly, decided not to bother changing it. Too much effort. Quite right. Because once you’re inside, you realise the name doesn’t matter. At all. Tucked away on Via Pascoli 15, this is that rare Milanese unicorn: not a dusty, mythical trattoria that only locals “know about” (but never actually visit), and not one of those faux-retro hipster joints serving deconstructed lasagna with kale foam...

Pizza Hunting in Frascati: Antitesi – The Slice That Might Redeem Italian Roads

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I’ve swapped the open road for a napkin, and here I am in Frascati, just outside Rome—where the traffic still behaves like a badly organised demolition derby, but the pizza at Antitesi almost makes you forgive the journey. Opened in 2024 by Gabriele Convertino, this isn’t some tourist trap flinging dough like damp laundry. It’s a serious operation—focused, deliberate, and refreshingly free of nonsense. Step inside and you’re greeted by a warm, no-frills interior: wooden floors, a green-tiled bar, and a chef working with quiet intensity behind the counter. No theatrics. Just intent. The Journey There (Because Roads Matter) Imagine blasting down the A1, dodging Fiat Pandas that think indicators are optional. Frascati sits perched in the Castelli Romani hills—steeped in wine and history—but don’t expect valet parking or hand-holding. Antitesi is tucked away on Via Remigio Farnetti 21, a 100-seat space spread across three rooms, one freshly added in March 2026. In summer, the dehor spills ...

Zejtune – A Maltese Drama About Farmland, Folk Songs, and the Realisation That You Might Be Stuck Here Forever

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If someone had told me that the most emotionally honest Maltese film of the year would be about a woman trying to sell some inherited land while being gently dragged back into rural life by an 80‑year‑old folk singer, I would have laughed, asked if it was a joke, then gone straight home and watched F1 instead.   And yet here we are. Zejtune, directed by Alex Camilleri, is exactly that film: a quiet, low‑hype, home‑grown Maltese drama that looks, on paper, about as exciting as a Land Registry meeting, and ends up feeling like a long, awkwardly honest conversation with your own conscience about whether you’re allowed to leave the island or not.   The Plot, In As Few Dramatic Words As Possible   Mar is a young Maltese woman who’s decided she’s done with Malta. After a complicated relationship with her mother ends with her death, she’s left with a complicated legacy and a chunk of farmland she doesn’t want. Her plan is straightforward: sell the land, cut the li...

Perfect Days (2023): A Quiet Masterpiece About a Toilet Cleaner Who Might Be Happier Than You

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There are films that try to impress you with car chases, explosions, and last‑minute plot twists. And then there is Perfect Days (2023), a film about a middle‑aged man who spends his days cleaning public toilets in Tokyo and somehow ends up feeling like the most emotionally together person on Earth.   Directed by Wim Wenders, the film is a slow, meditative stroll through the life of Hirayama, a Tokyo toilet cleaner played with extraordinary stillness by Kōji Yakusho. It is not a loud film. It is not a flashy film. It is barely even a “film” in the conventional sense of the word. It is closer to a series of observations, a calendar of moods, and a love letter to the ordinary. On paper, the premise sounds like the kind of comedy set‑up that would be ruined by a punchline. A man wakes up early, washes his face, grabs a can of coffee, heads to a public toilet, scrubs, mops, sorts trash, and then goes home. Repeat. That is literally the plot. Repeat with minor variations. ...

Her: A Brilliant, Bizarre, and Slightly Terrifying Romance for the Age of Loneliness

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There are films that entertain you, films that impress you, and films that quietly stroll up behind you, hit you over the head with a hammer, and then ask whether you have been emotionally available lately. Her is very much in the third category. On the surface, this is a science fiction love story about a man who falls in love with his operating system. Which, if you say it quickly, sounds like the sort of premise dreamed up by someone who has spent too long in a room full of scented candles and technical jargon. But the extraordinary thing about Her is that it never feels silly for a second. It feels sad, tender, intelligent, and, worst of all, completely plausible. That is the real trick of the film. It begins with an idea that sounds absurd and then quietly proves that the absurdity is only there because the rest of us are pretending not to notice what modern life is doing to us. We have all become increasingly dependent on machines to organize our lives, filter our relationships, ...