When you’re 5 years old, a year is 20% of your life. And when you’re 50 years old, a year is 2% of your life. This is an explanation given why time speeds up as you age. It's called Janet's law. It states you’ve experienced roughly half of your perceived by life by 20 years old.… pic.twitter.com/Rg2ewhaR5F

— George Mack (@george__mack) February 22, 2026

I have no idea why people say that time speeds up as you age. Maybe they need to read more books to fill their lives with intense emotional and intellectual experiences if they have that problem.

I’m completely shocked that a year ago was just one year ago. It feels enormously longer.

Anything interesting at the State of the Union? Any good lines?

I’m still in sick mode until 6 am tomorrow so I didn’t watch.

P.S. Oh, it’s still happening! AI told me it was over 2 hours ago and offered a list of quotes from the speech which I rejected. That was clearly a good idea.

Christian Moniz Rabino is a gangster who murdered his girlfriend’s one-year-old son. He was sentenced to probation and anger management classes.

It’s another story what kind of a sorry excuse for a woman brings this kind of fellow into her toddler’s life and lets him brutalize the little boy.

I don’t know what’s wrong with us as a society that we let this happen, over and over again.

I turned on the TV for the first time in forever and half of the ads are in Spanish. I would have turned it on sooner had I known it would do that.

A group of really nice colleagues from Portugal asked me to moderate their conference session. People like it when I moderate because I don’t simply recite the names of the presenters and the titles of talks. I improvise a little presentation of my own where I link people’s research journeys with their talks. It’s always humorous in a very kind way, and it really livens up the meeting. It’s like having a stand-up comedian perform at a scholarly conference.

I agreed to moderate because they asked me when it was an ungodly hour here because of the time difference. I immediately forgot about agreeing like I usually do. Today I received a reminder and decided finally to see what it is I’m moderating. It turns out this will be the wokest conference session in human memory. It’s all about the value of multiculturalism and diversity. One talk is on teaching inclusivity to pre-schoolers through woke fairy tales.

What I don’t get is, the person who invited me is one of the 3 people in academia who knows the extent of my political opinions. Even at my kindest, people have been known to say that they feel their presentation will not be worth listening after my spirited and fun introduction. Imagine how I’ll lead for talks on brainwashing toddlers.

The cat is in paradise over my staying home on sick days. Follows me everywhere like a little furry shadow. I just had to luck into the most sociable cat known to humanity.

My only respite comes when Klara returns home from school because the cat prefers her to me. I sometimes see the poor animal feeling torn as to whether to follow me (the source of food) or Klara but she always ends up going with Klara.

Vibe Snifting (a story)

Today is four years since the war started. What we have learned is that the nation-state can kind of hold its ground against the tide of neoliberalism but at an enormous cost because it doesn’t know how to reject all principles and can’t descend into complete ego-driven frenzy.

There was a strange melodic clinking coming out of out wineglass cabinet, and we investigated it, and then I thought that my father would have written such a wonderful short story in the Borges style about it but he’s no longer around. Not a day passes by that I don’t feel his absence acutely.

Speaking about the cat, I now finally understand the trope of a single cat lady. Being this needed by a living creature must be hypnotic for women who exist amidst tactile deficiency.