This week an IDF air strike damaged the Beirut cemetery my partner’s grandfather is buried in. It is very disorienting to hold that information alongside day-to-day tasks and work. A year ago I had tested positive for covid and had to miss a friend’s child’s birthday party; that child, who happens to be Palestinian-and Lebanese-American, continues to live in a world where people with extraordinary power would rather see children like her dead. People have been exceptionally kind in the last few weeks—friends checking in, friends bringing food, neighbors showing kindness—and I try to find some grace in that.
In the arena of the war, nothing has changed, except everything changes: the death counts, the severity of atrocities, the number of hospitals bombed, schools bombed, universities destroyed, journalists targeted, the records broken — largest cohort of child amputees in the world, fastest man-made famine in the world — the territory blasted and caught up into the flames.
“A Year of War Without End”, Lina Mounzer for The Markaz Review
we busy building rn can't be bothered with legal
An apparently deleted tweet by @CodeFryingPan, as seen on Bluesky
Submitted by Chris.
Indeed, people have been making complex decisions about where to get a burger for as long as burgers have existed.
The Map in the Machine: Charting the Spatial Architecture of Digital Capitalism, Luis F. Alvarez Leon
A fun detail about this sentence in its original context: it has a footnote that goes into extensive, well-cited detail on the history of burgers.
Despite having become the dominant political force in the modern world, nationalism remains an embarrassment to theorists of all persuasions.
A review of Benedict Anderson’s Imagined Communities by Anthony Reid
Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck
Via a screenshot on Bluesky.
God, the tension of it—from that first flicker of doubt to the collapse!
“The Third Game”, Seán Padraic Birnie