And anyway, pleasure and menace are not so contradictory.
Elisabeth Nicula's letter from the editor in issue two of the San Francisco Review of Whatever
it was chaos, like a country collapsing in the midst of a civil war, or mid-2010's Google.
Post by @voooooogel on Twitter
Submitted by Chris. The context here is Steve Yegge's Gas Town project, which I am actively trying to know as little about as possible.
Satana died in 2011; may some rendition of the afterlife find her shooting her ex-boyfriend on an endless loop in glorious Technicolor.
This Year: 365 Songs Annotated, John Darnielle
Topologically speaking, our bodies are less like Swiss cheese and more like a carefully constructed onesie for an octopus.
"How many holes does the human body have?", Kit Yates for LiveScience
Submitted by John.
“I loved his brain,” she writes, of the man who was said to have a parasitic brain worm.
"The Scandalous Rollout Was the Best Part of Olivia Nuzzi’s Memoir", Molly Fischer for The New Yorker
I know we are well past Olivia Nuzzi discoursing, but nobody told me at the time that Molly Fischer reviewed American Canto and Molly is perhaps the nation's foremost expert in the study of white women trying and failing to be Joan Didion.
Thus, Comenius, in 1623, compared the activity of historians with the view provided by telescopes which, like sackbutts, reached back over their shoulders.
Futures Past: On the semantics of historical time, Reinhardt Koselleck
Submitted by Richard.
When I understood how Facebook ads worked, that's when I became a socialist.
Someone I met at the Brooklyn Web Workers meetup on Monday
Before anyone could even laugh properly, before a second dildo could achieve liftoff, before reality had time to process the absurdity of what had just happened, the cops panicked like Victorian men seeing an ankle.
"THE DILDO DISTRIBUTION DELEGATION", Rook T. Winchester for the newsletter Closer to the Edge
Submitted by Angela. Independently, Keith submitted this from the same piece:
We walked out of Smitten Kitten carrying a box of dildos like it was radioactive plutonium wrapped in hope.
He has the look of a stepped-on old potato.
Whatever reason I had dissolved in the acid of daily life.
"Pose Friction: A Conversation", The Boohoo Collective in Debris
Submitted by Jesse.
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