This is our best work—simple pleasures, weekend plans, self-improvement, friendship, and Joe-tani.

The Connerys Three are together again for 50 movies in 40 minutes. Adam is on the hot seat fielding a long list of 80s and 90s films to decide if they are hall of famers or garbage, nostalgia or—God forbid—something he’s never seen. They litigate, argue, and name which of the 50 comprise their respective Mr. Rushmore.

Through gambling, I learned I was just smart enough to know how dumb I probably am.

Even in 2009, social media was deeply tiresome.

The apex and decline of American dissent in novels with a nod towards 21st Century film franchises.

A romantic and unreasonable glimpse of going off-grid, circa 2009.

What to watch: a man getting hit in the crotch with a football or a beheading in the Middle East.

A 2009 piece as to whether or not the UFC would transcend marginalized status—with some help from the kids from Stand By Me.

A never-ending spring rendered in the summer of 2009.

Sixteen years ago—new grad and no hope.