Companies mentioned: SNPS 0.00%↑ As much as we talk about chips, silicon, and the computational power behind it all, there’s a market wholly dedicated to hitting sand with lightning bolts to make it think. Scientists globally have considered this a good move.  Electronic Design Automation, or EDA, is the heart of this industry. Designing a chip has many stages before it even gets to anything like manufacturing, such as designing the transistor, creating the logic structures and cells, building logical blocks, placing and routing them, and then simulating these designs at large scale.

1 Rafael Delacruz made a beautiful video for my song, The Well. 2 I interviewed the artist, Jorge Pardo a few years ago for a column I wrote in Art in America, asking him for recommendations. I’ll be posting these recommendation columns in each of my substacks for the next few months. 3 Henry Flynt is a philosopher, musician and artist who began working in the post-John Cage milieu of New York in the early 1960s.

Kader Diaby is many things: a visionary clothing designer, a talented photographer and artist, a business management consultant for one of the Big Four accounting firms, and a karaoke king who does an excellent rendition of Adele’s “Easy On Me.” Most importantly, though, is that he is thoroughly Abidjanais, a man who loves Côte d’Ivoire’s main city with an infectious passion. His new collection, “Boulevard Lagunaire,” the third collection of his unisex brand Olooh, is a testament to that love.

Yet again, Andy Reid found himself on top of the football world when his Kansas City Chiefs beat the San Francisco 49ers 25-22 in overtime on Sunday to win Super Bowl LVIII, the third title in the past five years for a franchise that previously hadn’t been crowned a champion since six months after the moon landing. Successful as he has been, Reid existed for years as a punchline, the portly, lumbering and mustached coach with occasionally poor clock management skills whose teams seemingly always found a way to come up painfully short of their goals.

The Basilisk is in the elevator, again. It’s as if he’s moved into my apartment building and lies in wait. “Going down?,” I say, avoiding its question with one of my own. I squeeze in alongside its disproportionate bulk. “Down is the new up,” sighs the Basilisk. After our last encounter (which a handful of unfortunate readers may remember had found the mythical creature ruminating on the tech-wrecked portions of our world, on the downward slopes of digital life) I’m as prepared as one can be .