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On the edge of Boeing Field, hemmed by runways and abandoned gravel roads, the Georgetown Steam Plant looms, blockish and impenetrable, straight out of Gotham. Inside looks like the belly of the Titanic: steel boilers, turbines, and pumps twisting through a space so immense it’s been dubbed an industrial cathedral. In 1907, the machine roared, hissed, and howled as it drew water from the Duwamish to power Seattle’s streetcars and the interurban to Tacoma. In 2026, pin-drop stillness hangs, interrupted only by the intermittent roar of jet engines taking off outside. Traces of breath hang in the air. It’s cold as a refrigerator inside.

Marcellus Bonow-Manier is dressed for the weather in a thick overcoat, boots, and a Seahawks cap. The 29-year-old photographer is the Steam Plant’s resident artist. He’s been here since September; what began as a one-month residency stretched to three months, then a year. Now it’s five.

“Last week, I discovered two new rooms that I didn’t know were here,” Bonow-Manier says as he takes us across an elevated walkway that cuts across the vast turbine hall. “That’s what excites me about this place. There are areas I’m intentionally not going to yet—not because I’ll get bored, but because I have time to pace myself. My process is very subconscious. I’m tapping into feelings.”

Bonow-Manier was raised in Seattle, born to a family of third-generation Seattleites. As a kid, he visited Georgetown often; his father’s friend owned Gessner Mansion—a three-story former brothel with a grievous past, also known as Georgetown Castle, that’s one of the most haunted houses in Seattle.

“Georgetown has always been the cool, historical, spooky neighborhood,” he recalls. “It always felt like we were driving two hours to get here, even though it’s 15 minutes from where I grew up. It just always felt distinct—if you’re in Georgetown, you feel it.”

From ’13th & Greely,’ showing at the Steam Plant August 8–21.

He rattles off the neighborhood lore: a murder at the morgue where the Mafia locked workers in the incinerator and lit it; a man who fell from the Steam Plant and supposedly haunts the place; the working women and infants who died at Gessner. Then there’s the Duwamish itself. In 1907, it curved right past the plant. Once a flourishing ecosystem, the river has been straightened, choked, and trashed. Its fish are dead.

When Bonow-Manier applied for the residency, he proposed a deep dive into the supernatural lore of the Steam Plant.

“I didn’t want to just take ghost stories and recreate them,” he says. “I’m thinking more about world-building, about making a mythology. I don’t want to say ‘fan fiction,’ but this is almost my weird fan fiction of the Steam Plant and the entire area. I’ve been coming at this through the lens of Aesop’s Fables, Frankenstein, Lord of the Rings, or Doom—where there’s so much lore that helps complete immersion.”

The path from boyhood trips to Georgetown to Steam Plant seer was circuitous. Bonow-Manier came to photography through his love of fashion. He enrolled to study clothing design but quickly dropped out. In 2021, he picked up a camera to document a friend’s clothing collection. Capturing fashion imagery hooked him—especially fast-paced street photography.

Since then, Bonow-Manier has developed a photographic style that is energetic, graphic, and intuitive, almost exclusively rendered in stark black and white. Alongside a portfolio of fashion photography and curatorial projects, he founded the Emerald City Dispatch, a collaborative platform for photographic storytelling showcasing imagery from Seattle and the surrounding areas. As the residency extended in scope, his approach to photographing the site shifted as well—less run-and-gun action, more methodical investigation. “I’m wanting to photograph in a subconscious way,” he says. “Not looking or thinking, just shooting based on feeling.”

As he makes his way through the plant, he clutches a compact Ricoh GR digital camera. Its screen is fully busted, he explains, so he can’t see the picture in frame before shooting it, nor review the images until he uploads them. That’s why it’s his favorite. When something catches his attention—the traces of a note scribbled on the wall, a patch of paint peeling off steel, a bird’s bones crumpled on a window sill—he shoots. Sometimes it’s just a frisson in the air that coaxes him to take a picture, like a divining rod for 21st-century spirit photography. The results are, in his words, “some really weird, bizarre, crazy photos.”

From ‘INTERCESSION’ (in collaboration with Dan McLean and Sid Grogan).

He leads us up a maze of metal staircases to a tiny room that doubles as a makeshift studio. The walls are dusty yellow. There’s a small sink with a tarnished mirror. Narrow doorways open to storage closets and more tiny rooms. A row of lockers hold an assortment of cameras dangling from straps.

Because the site is a historic landmark, nothing can be hung on the walls. Instead, prints are arranged across a table, a window ledge, and the concrete floor. Some black-and-white images depict shadowy figures; others are Risograph reproductions of archival photos and Steam Plant schematics printed in soft cyan or brown. Another grouping consists of wide-angle instant photos shot on a medium-format camera with an instant back. Each image is a vignette, teetering between abstraction and recognizable object: errant bursts of flash, dreamy blurred color, forms that could be ectoplasm or just strange shadows.

Bonow-Manier is currently working on four projects at the Steam Plant. 13th & Greely, named for the abandoned intersection where the Steam Plant stands, will be the first series on display in August, with a zine release planned next year. Two of the projects are collaborative: INTERCESSION, with designer Dan McLean and Sid Grogan, and What’s Growing, with artist Mack Greene. One Best Way is another solo project combining Bonow-Manier’s photos and archival material with inspiration from Frank Bunker Gilbreth—of Cheaper by the Dozen fame—who designed the Steam Plant.

Since being decommissioned in 1977, the plant’s future has remained uncertain. In 2019, the Georgetown Steam Plant Community Development Authority formed to oversee operations on behalf of Seattle City Light, opening the site to public SHTEAM (science, history, technology, engineering, art, math) programming. The CDA signed a 60-year lease in 2021, and the plant has since hosted science fairs, new media festivals, music performances, immersive art and theater, and, of course, the residency program. It could become one of the world’s iconic arts institutions, but restoration and compliance upgrades will cost an estimated $20 million. Funding—in one of the richest cities in the nation—remains uncertain.

In the meantime, Bonow-Manier will be there, documenting the building and its lore. “I’m probably being a complete psycho, but the lease is for 55 more years,” he says. “If I could push it till the end, I would. I might still be alive by then.”

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We're a little over 6 years(!) since the first documented american case of covid. There is no way to convey how many changes to our world trickled out of that one event. A significant one, for many of us, is the way covid changed how we work. The nonprofit where I worked had a single zoom license only a few months before the pandemic hit. Soon, all our meetings were taking place online. I stopped going into the office altogether. It began to feel needless, the hours people spent commuting, when we could do great work at our own kitchen tables. This was work that at one time could only take place in an office. Now it’s possible to do it from anywhere with an internet connection.

But it didn't take long before businesses began their return to office policies. After months of doing it all in a nice shirt and sweatpants, the orders came to drive or transit back in. Not everyone could return to work, though. Some people bought or rented homes far outside cities they didn't imagine ever commuting to. The working world has long excluded people with disabilities or mobility issues. Some people weren't lucky enough to live near transit good enough to get them to their office jobs. If we all started meeting in person again, we'd be leaving some of our new colleagues behind.

I work from home because I want to. In fact, I left a job in part because they insisted I return to the office. At the same time, I like working in an office. I like the energy of people working in space together. We each build personal connections, even capital, when we meet with our coworkers in person. But there are reasons why people don’t go to the office. Knowing all this, I can hold two truths.

  1. There is something valuable about in-person work that makes it worth doing.
  2. Not everyone can work in person, and we shouldn't punish them for that fact.

I'll assume the push to return workers to offices is more than bailing out people who over-invested in real estate. Here are my ideas to make remote meetings as fulfilling as working in person.

create a level working field

In meetings, it's often one poor sap who has to keep an eye on the online folks. This means that everyone who connects to the video chat has to look at Phil's nostrils while he makes a point. Instead...

  • Ask everyone who attends in person to log in to the meeting with their own computers. In-person attendees should join with video on but audio muted. Leave a computer unmuted in the center of the room or place microphones at both ends. This will limit audio feedback and ensure everyone is well-heard.
  • Monitoring the chat is everyone's responsibility. If someone online raises their hand, anyone in the room should feel responsible to call attention to it.
  • When collecting input from the room, leave space for people online. Ask folks for their thoughts at the beginning and ending of every feedback period.
  • Assign 1-2 people per meeting to be the avatar for the person/people online. These folks will pair up with one online user or have them join a small-group meeting. Rotate this role every 20-30 minutes like you would a language interpreter. This ensures nobody feels like we're keeping them from fully participating all day.

unstructured time

I argue that the time spent between meetings is at least as valuable as the time spent in meetings. This is how we build connections with each other that don't revolve around business.

  • Open the virtual room 5-10 minutes before the start of the meeting. Leave recording or transcript features off until the meeting officially starts.
  • Getting right to business at the start of a meeting rarely happens in person. Build time for friendly interactions into your online meetings, too.

encourage online/offline participation

People online often feel neglected or even ignored during hybrid meetings. This can cause online participants to disengage or contribute less than people in the room.

  • Invest in a video/projection system so that everyone in the room can see the people online.
  • Reimagine your in-person movement activities. One example: instead of easel paper, project an empty presentation slide onto a wall. In-person participants can add sticky notes to the wall. Online folks can add colored rectangles to the same wall.

acknowledge lag

Limitations of technology can also create a divide between in-person and online folks. We need to acknowledge and account for it.

  • Give everyone time to compose their thoughts before speaking. Schedule a moment of silent reflection or journaling after you ask each question. Paste your questions into the chat while you ask them.
  • If we use a slide deck, share that with online participants. This allows them to see people in the room without having the whole screen taken up by what we share.

I facilitated a retreat several months ago that we designed to be only in-person. We had one person dialing in from out of town. A heavy rainstorm hit the morning of our session. The one virtual attendee we had planned turned into two, then four, then eight. We soon had as many people online as we did in person. We missed out on the contributions that our online folks could have shared. They felt cut out from the interactive pieces of our agenda. There was little I could do that day that I hadn't already tried. But I left the retreat confident that it could have gone better.

Virtual meetings are no longer optional. They're not a nice-to-have for people who can't meet in person. We have to accept that we may never meet some of our coworkers without a screen between us. They are just as vital to our future success; we exclude them at our own risk.

So You Might Join a Board..., written by Itai Jeffries and me, is out now. This book is for BIPOC, POGM, LGBTQIA+, and/or low-/no-income folks who are thinking about joining a board of directors.

This book is now on sale! People in one or more of these groups can use the discount code POWER at checkout to buy this book for $1. People who want to change their board at an organization with an annual budget of less than $500,000 can use code BOARD to buy this book for $40.

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For every action, there must be an equal and opposite reaction. Sir Isaac Newton said this, presumably after a long day of scrolling whatever the social media platform of the time was. To wit, the moment I finished reading an excellent essay by Marisa Kabas about refusing to accept an AI-poisoned future of journalism, I encountered the following headline: “Esquire AI-Generated A Fake Interview With Live-Action One Piece Actor Mackenyu Because He Was Busy.” Either I’m losing my mind, or the world is. 

This isn’t one of those cases where a publication quietly leaned on AI and only copped to it after getting called out. Esquire Singapore fully admitted what it was doing when it published the story and used it as a supposed selling point! From the piece:

We were stoked to have some face time with the Japanese-American actor, but his schedule prevented it. So, we opted for e-mail correspondence. A list of queries was sent his way, and we waited. The silence continued until it was quickly replaced by a ticking clock as deadlines loomed.
We had the photospread, but nothing directly uttered by the 29-year-old. With a driving need for a feature, we had to be inventive. Harnessing our creative license, we pulled his verbatim from previous interviews and fed them through an AI programme to formulate new responses.
Are these the words we expect from Mackenyu? Or are they just replies from an echo chamber of celebrity-hood that we want to believe is from him?

Clearly the latter, you fools! You hacks! You credulous dipshits! 

This groundbreaking new approach to lying produced riveting exchanges like:

ESQ: Any advice on how to deal with pressure and expectations?
(AI) M: I separate pressure from weight. Pressure is external; like people's expectations. That I can't control, but the weight of family legacy… the goal isn’t to match my father. It's to make him proud, and maybe inspire someone else to do the same. Pressure can crush you, but weight can ground you.

And:

ESQ: What has fatherhood taught you?
(AI) M: That you can't rehearse it. (laughs) Everything else in my life I can prepare. Fatherhood has no script. No second take. You're just there, and you figure it out in real time. It's humbling in a way nothing else is.

You were talking to a chatbot! It did not laugh! Shut the fuck up! Also, as Kotaku notes, the chatbot certainly never knew Mackenyu’s father, deceased action star Sonny Chiba, and I cannot think of a single person in their right mind who would ask a predictive text generator a question so probing and personal about the feelings of a human being who’s very much still alive. That is deranged behavior! To be clear, I believe, on no uncertain terms, that the person who wrote this is deranged!

I cannot believe I even have to say this, but if you’re trying to publish an interview feature, and you’re unable to procure the interview in question, then you scrap the story. There is no “driving need” for a piece that supersedes that. The world was not crying out for this essential dollop of PR fluff. You can find interviews with Mackenyu, specifically, on numerous websites and, of course, YouTube. If anything, all Esquire has demonstrated here is that this kind of journalism matters so little that it can be farmed out to a robot homunculus and still pass muster.

It is bonkers to me that anyone thought this was a good idea—let alone that multiple people (if we include editors) presumably did. They should all hang their heads in shame forever, quit their jobs immediately, and give them to a few of the thousands of vastly more deserving reporters who, in a twist of fate that borders on maniacal, are currently out of work. These people would be better served casting away their old lives and embarking on a journey to find the actual One Piece, a treasure I’m well aware is fictional. Despite that rather substantial stumbling block, they would still find more success in that arena than in this one. 

This is what happens when AI rots journalists’ brains beyond the point that they can’t discern the difference between a good idea and a terrible one—to the point that they can only conceive of angles that involve AI.

That in mind, a salient section from Kabas’ piece:

If you want to work with machines, get a job that requires it. There are a whole lot more of those than there are writing jobs, so free up space for people who actually want to do the work. You’re not doing the world a favor by gifting it your human/AI hybrid. Journalism will not miss you if you leave. No one is making you be a journalist; it’s not one of those jobs parents force you to choose, like a doctor or a lawyer. Journalism, while romanticized in popular culture, is generally unglamorous and poorly paid, with progressively worse job opportunities (no thanks to AI.) I’m careful not to refer to it as a calling because that seems to excuse sacrificing mental health in service of craft, but I do believe that it’s a job that can’t be forced. It’s obvious to readers when your heart isn’t in it.
Story About AI (Being Mean) Gets Pulled Because Journalist Used AI (That Made Mistakes)
‘The irony of an AI reporter being tripped up by AI hallucination is not lost on me.’
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Erewhon Is Not A Grocery Store

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Everyone is trying to get to the bar. The name of the bar? The bar is called Erewhon.

This past January, I spent a long weekend in Los Angeles. I was excited to catch up with my friends and their dogs, to swap Mediterranean oak forest for chaparral and the faintly hallucinatory deep-winter warmth endemic to that biome, and to microdose the L.A. experience of encountering celebrities in mundane contexts. But mostly I wanted to go to Erewhon.

Erewhon is a chain of grocery stores with locations throughout the greater L.A. area. The chain gets its name (an anagram of "nowhere") from a satirical 1872 Samuel Butler novel about a "utopian" society that locks up the ill, forcing people to tend to their health and wellness under threat of imprisonment. Erewhon is known primarily for selling smoothies and a suite of ridiculous wellness products, all for outrageous amounts of money, though the items on offer at the store only go so far in explaining the broader Erewhon phenomenon and the chain's nimbus of mystical prestige. Most grocery stores, particularly in L.A., sell overpriced smoothies and serums, but only Erewhon attracts the paparazzi, carries itself like a luxury brand, and symbolizes something deeper about health and consumerism. So what distinguishes Erewhon?



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Paris has made space for cyclists in a way that I simply have not seen in any other city

Arguably the most useful Paris 2024 legacy

Nothing could have prepared me for the revelation that awaited me on a quiet Sunday morning in Paris. After a seamless one-seat train ride from the airport (AHEM), I stepped out of my hotel with a plan to meet friends a few miles away for Sancerre and oysters freshly shucked on a sunny sidewalk. Without even glancing at my phone, the choice for how to get there seemed obvious. Across the street I saw a cluster of bikes and a bike lane; around the corner: more bikes, more bike lanes; down the street: bikes, lanes. Soon, I was pedaling through a city that unfolded like a treasure map before me, an American tourist full-on yelping in astonishment.

I had read all the stories. I had even written a few myself. In just five years, Paris's cycling modal share has doubled, from 5 percent of all trips in 2020 to 11 percent in 2025. That's mostly thanks to a total of 870 miles of bike lanes, about half of them installed over the past decade. But now that I'm here, I feel like it's my duty to tell you the transformation that's occurred is even more dramatic than described. Since I've biked all around Paris for a total of three full days — which clearly makes me an expert — I can say this with confidence: Paris has made space for cyclists in a way that I simply have not seen in any other city.

And here's my extremely hot take: biking in Paris might be even more convenient than walking.

That's saying a lot coming from me, a professional Walker™.

Don't worry, we're going to talk about that gorgeous bus shelter in another newsletter

The first pivot Paris made is the most physically obvious: the travel lanes. Most major streets now devote an entire vehicular lane to bikes, usually two-way, side-by-side cycletracks which creates a power-in-numbers feeling of security. To my disingenuous bike-lane critics: the barriers are mostly low curbs permeable enough that an emergency vehicle could probably surmount them, if needed. It doesn't matter though, really, because this arrangement means the lanes are already wide enough to accommodate a vehicle. (European countries are already good at right-sizing their municipal fleets for small streets, a story for another time.)

Most bike-friendly cities I've visited in the last ten years fall into two categories: 1) a comprehensive network that's been intentionally incorporated into the infrastructure across decades, or 2) quick-and-dirty changes that work really well on some streets with a comprehensive network to be desired. Paris has built a comprehensive network with mostly quick-and-dirty changes in less than ten years. And it's obvious just riding around that these changes continue to iterate. I was most delighted to track how the striping below my feet had been scraped and relocated as evidence that the bike lanes had been expanded. It's a work in progress, and that progress is working.

Rue de Rivoli has been turned almost entirely over to bikes and buses

What makes the Paris improvements so astonishing is that they never seem dump you on a street where it feels dangerous. This is compared to biking in LA, where every major turn prompts me to ask myself: am I going to die here? In Paris, you never, ever need to think about routing. You don't have to make snap safety decisions. The bike lanes will guide you. And in my three days of riding around, I've only encountered one blocked lane. (It was a cop. C'est la vie.)

Sure, Paris is a city with many small streets that naturally feel safe for biking. But that's actually what I think is so significant about the changes that have been made. Take a street like this:

Sauf means "except" — a ubiquitous reminder that bikes are welcome here

Cars can still drive here, of course. But in the same way pedestrians have their own dedicated space, the city was sure to carve out a tiny space for bikes. This gives cyclists a little confidence-booster, but it also ensures that the network remains intact. It's the same way that lanes for cars would never, ever disappear. They didn't have to put a bike lane here. But! They! Did!

Everywhere you go, cyclists are made visible: in striping, in signage, and, perhaps most importantly, in storage. I've long said installing bike parking the best way to signal that a city is serious about cycling — and these bike-rack corrals feel like they're on very corner. People do use them to lock up their personal bikes. But these little islands are also where you'll find the other key to Paris's astonishing cycling success: bike share.

Bike parking for days

And more bike share.

I chose this photo because it had two bikes parked semi-incorrectly, which is an anomaly

And we haven't even gotten to the "official" bike share.

That would be Vélib, largely considered to be the first municipal bike share system

Not only do you not need to own a car to get around.

You don't need to own a bike to get around.

While most of the Parisians I know have embraced the changes, some will tell you the explosion of bikes makes streets feel dangerous in a different way. In response, I love to share this matrix, part of the European Commission's annual road deaths report, as it helps to viscerally envision what causes a fatal collision on an urban street. The only takeaway you can possibly construe from this data is that the key to making cities safer is by getting people out of cars and onto literally any other mode — including the extremely underrated aspect of saving drivers from... themselves?

The numbers — just released for 2024 — don't lie

But wait, you say, bikes don't work for every trip. What happens when it's raining? And if I have to leave the city center? We'll get into all of these case studies and more as I traverse my way across the greater Paris region. I suspect I'll discover that the key isn't just having bikes and lanes and racks, it's about having options, with public transit redundancy, sidewalks with shade awnings, and lots (and lots) of trees.

And before you dismiss anything I write about transportation in Paris — LA is so big! LA is so spread out! LA is so car-dependent! — keep in mind that we're framing everything around the motivation of a megaevent deadline. What biking Paris demonstrates more than anything is that culture shift can happen fast with dedicated leadership. LA's got the room — now we just have to make the space. 🔥

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