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First Jump → First Flight.50 Years Apart.In June 1972, Popular Mechanics put Bill Moyes on the cover under the headline:...
07/06/2026

First Jump → First Flight.
50 Years Apart.

In June 1972, Popular Mechanics put Bill Moyes on the cover under the headline: “Air Surfing: A new sport takes off.”

Hang gliders were not a backyard invention. NASA had studied flexible wings for space capsules, then chose parachutes. Bill Moyes turned the idea into a sport.

Four years later, in 1976, Valle de Bravo had its first hang-gliding flight.

But the story begins earlier, with the Mexican Air Force’s first parachute corps.

NASA studied it. Moyes flew it. The magazine carried it. Valle made it local.

On the same road, another imported idea was being changed: chorizo.

Spanish chorizo crossed the Atlantic with pimentón, curing, and time. Chorizo de Toluca arrived raw, needed fire, broke apart in the pan, and belonged to the place that changed it: chile, vinegar, altitude, and heat.

A magazine became a blueprint. NASA technology became a sport. Chorizo became breakfast. Valle became air.

First Flight → Still Flying.
50 Years Apart.

Here, nothing arrives finished. Everything becomes local.

📮The Popular Mechanics of Chorizo and Gravity
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The cheapest furniture in IKEA is not the table.It’s you.A trip closer to Scandinavia, closer to the mother ship, sent m...
30/05/2026

The cheapest furniture in IKEA is not the table.

It’s you.

A trip closer to Scandinavia, closer to the mother ship, sent me down a rabbit hole about flat-pack furniture, meatballs, Allen keys, and why millions of people willingly do factory work for free.

I expected IKEA to become more authentic. Instead, I discovered it was exactly the same.

The hot dog at the end makes more sense than you think.

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New essay: The Cheapest Furniture in IKEA Is You.
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On the road from San Antonio to Austin, we pulled off at Buc-ee’s in New Braunfels for the three ancient needs of the ro...
23/05/2026

On the road from San Antonio to Austin, we pulled off at Buc-ee’s in New Braunfels for the three ancient needs of the road: petrol, food, and a bathroom.

I expected a very large gas station. Inside, Buc-ee’s didn’t hide the absurdity. It merchandised it. Jerky climbed the walls. Fudge sat in disciplined slabs. Behind the counter, brisket was chopped, wrapped, called out, and gone. This was where beef went to become Texan.

Europe built cathedrals. Japan perfected train stations. Texas perfected the highway toilet.

And honestly, people use toilets more often than cathedrals.

📮Europe Built Cathedrals. Texas Built This.
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You could almost fit Balmain into its pubs.By the end of the nineteenth century, Balmain and Rozelle had roughly forty-t...
16/05/2026

You could almost fit Balmain into its pubs.

By the end of the nineteenth century, Balmain and Rozelle had roughly forty-two pubs, about one for every five hundred and fifty people. The docks have gone quiet since then. The shipyard work moved, shrank, and changed hands. The ratio, annoyingly, remains close enough to make the bloke beside the taps sound like a historian.

Maybe you become local not by birth, but by habit.

Your dog knows the corner.
The publican knows your hot sauce.
You know which pub is for football, which one is for Guinness, which one is not yours but matters anyway.

New essay on Substack:
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A Map Made of Taps: Balmain’s Pub Peninsula

My mother published a cookbook in the seventies, when recipes were not lifestyle content.They were instructions, and you...
09/05/2026

My mother published a cookbook in the seventies, when recipes were not lifestyle content.

They were instructions, and you followed them.
Years later we gave her those recipes back with the family attached. What started as a cookbook became her life, served in courses.

She could forget a daughter at Perisur, miss an entire year of bad grades, stage a dinner to save my school year, fail to notice seven puppies in her own house… and still be the first person everyone called when things fell apart.

You learn who people are when the devil knocks.

Some lock the door. Some pretend no one is home.

My mother does not hide in the kitchen. She opens the door, punches him in the face, and sets him a place.

Mother’s Day, Mexican edition.
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Most good food lives in ugly places. Taquerías without signs. Market stalls. Working-class kitchens where the bread is n...
02/05/2026

Most good food lives in ugly places. Taquerías without signs. Market stalls. Working-class kitchens where the bread is not arranged.

The rule is so reliable that I built a series around it.

Then I went to the Swiss Alps and ate one of the best fondues of my life inside a tourist trap so polished it was hosted by a hotel manager in a butler’s posture, in a village reached only by cogwheel train, with a chandelier overhead that was doing its best in conditions it was not designed for.

The cheese had no business being good. It was good anyway.

I went looking for what made it good. The folk version is cows eat flowers, which is half-true and half romantic shortcut. The mechanical version is Gruyère, Emmental, mixed alpine pasture, white wine, and heat held low enough not to split the pot. The cows do not season the fondue. They set the rules it has to follow.

Two things were true at the same time: the staging was ridiculous, and the food was excellent.

This essay is about that contradiction. About what survives when the frame around a meal is dressed for tourists. About when the rule of good food in ugly places turns out to have exceptions.

The new essay is up.
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Wengen: The Fondue Gondola.

Parmigiano Reggiano doesn’t improve with time.It survives it.This is not storage.This is production.Each wheel is marked...
26/04/2026

Parmigiano Reggiano doesn’t improve with time.
It survives it.

This is not storage.
This is production.

Each wheel is marked like forensic tags.
Month. Year. Number.

After 12 months, it is tested with a hammer. Wheels that sound wrong have their rinds shaved and their names removed.

A cheese can survive physically and die legally.

The dairy does not own the name it is allowed to use.

By the time it reaches the table, the stamps are gone.

Cappelletti in brodo is an act of coordinated destruction.

The cheese disappears so the broth can stay clear.

What survives is not the label.
It’s the behavior.

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NASA spent years trying to solve crumbs in space. In zero gravity, they don’t fall. They float. Into eyes. Into equipmen...
18/04/2026

NASA spent years trying to solve crumbs in space. In zero gravity, they don’t fall. They float. Into eyes. Into equipment. Into everything.

A Mexican astronaut said, “We already solved that.” He brought tortillas.

Tortillas worked not because they were Mexican, but because history had already engineered them that way: portable, flexible, low-waste, built for working hands. They did not crumble. They folded. They held. They wrapped food and stayed intact in microgravity. NASA adopted them.

Culture didn’t enter the system through the front door. It came in folded, warm, and practical.

That’s the part we forget.

The manual gets you to the moon. It tells you what to eat, when to eat, how to survive. It reduces risk, contains error, and keeps the mission running.

But the things that make the trip worth taking are usually the ones the manual didn’t ask for. A tortilla instead of bread. A photo of your family in your pocket. A moment where you look out and remember you’re alive.

The system works without them.

No one remembers the system.

They remember what crossed it anyway.
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I don’t like boiled eggs. I still bought the sandwich.At a convenience store in Japan, two sandwiches sat side by side. ...
11/04/2026

I don’t like boiled eggs. I still bought the sandwich.

At a convenience store in Japan, two sandwiches sat side by side. Same white bread. Same crusts cut clean. One held egg, folded into something so smooth it barely argued it was egg. The other held cream and strawberries, arranged with a care that looked almost childish until you noticed how exact it was.

Karate always felt to me like the cleaner fantasy. Meet force with force. Block. Strike. Finish.

Judo had a stranger logic. If they pushed, you pulled. If they pulled, you pushed. You used what came at you.

The tamago sando felt closer to karate. Direct. Compact. Held tight.

The fruit sando worked like judo. Soft on the surface, but every layer placed with control. Nothing loose. Nothing accidental.

It’s easy to miss the work when something looks gentle.

Same shelf. Same bread. Different method.

いちご一会.

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