Craig Mod’s beautiful ode to the FitBit:

Hard to the west of Palo Alto are mountains. One day I climbed them and that night—Lord help me—I looked at my Fitbit. It was 9 p.m. and the device told me I was at 96 flights of stairs.

There was no question in my mind; I had to even the number out. The only problem: Palo Alto is flat.

Thinking fast—there was no time to spare, as the count would reset at midnight—I dashed to the only set of steps I could think of: the Mexican restaurant Reposado.

Paris and the Data Mind