It’s not the One Ring enslaving everyone – it’s a small titanium band on my finger that has been politely, but relentlessly, confronting me with numbers for almost twelve days. No fiery lidless eye, just a sleep nerd that tells me every morning how serious (or not) my body took my longevity plan the night before.

If you're reading this with a coffee in hand, you're in good company—and possibly adding years to your life. But before you pour a...

I’m a beer guy. Social drinker. Moderate. Sixty years old. Drunk maybe four or five times in my entire life—mostly back when my knees...

Most longevity content is cosplay: powders, protocols, and a personality. Real longevity is boring. That’s why it works. If you treat health like a...

At 11:30 a.m., my stomach is loudly protesting my 16‑hour fast, while Instagram serves me a fourth ad for "fasting‑support" electrolyte powder that costs more per gram than cocaine. My phone wants me to track my ketone levels, my "fasting window," and my "metabolic age" on three different apps. Fasting is less about food than about refusing to let the attention economy feed you—literally and algorithmically.