Devs and Our Determined (?) End
Throughout the show, many of the actors deliver their lines with an intentional flatness, and I initially misinterpreted this flatness as both bad acting and a way of communicating a thesis.
Snail Saga, Pt. 3: Snails in the Shadow of COVID-19
There isn’t much I’ve enjoyed more recently than watching Clive—Clive Snails Lewis, to give him his full title—wrap his slimy self around a carrot.
My Best Friend Lives in New York
But I will say that—for me—being confined to my home has sometimes felt liberating in a small and quiet way.
Obligado
In my non-wing hand, I hold my phone, poring over the free PDF I found of 501 Spanish Verbs.
Forced Choice
Your senses never lie. If this feels hard, then it’s hard. It is for all of us.
“Hoink!”: A Legacy
We’ve met faithfully for Thursday Dinner for more than a year now.
The World’s Next Head of State Drag Superstar
And tonight on the runway, category is: pandemic eleganza.
The Aloy Paradox
Humanity: the once and future success story
Reading Post-apocalyptic Fiction during COVID-19
These days, the opening chapters of Emily St. John Mandel’s 2014 novel, Station Eleven, are enough to take your breath away.
My Fantastic Brothers
When I tell people I have four brothers, usually they respond with, “Oh, your poor mother.”
