After I graduated from college in 1987, I took a job at East Hill Farm and School, an alternative school located on a mountain top farm in southern Vermont.
Today we bid adieu to Georgia Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene, the Crossfit psycho who bewitched America with her homemade stew of Qanon zingers and blood libel.
The film offers a deep commitment to what is real, whether it’s as seemingly ironclad as mathematics or physics or as subjective as one being’s meaning-seeking in the blankness of an endless universe.
I never once encountered Frantz Fanon on the page in my nine years of Canadian medical training. He is not in the medical curriculum at all.
We bring you good tidings! There might be an Israel-Hamas ceasefire agreement, and George Santos is being freed from political persecution in an American hoosegow.
I wrote this about a year ago when I was planning to leave L.A., and now I’m back so here we are.
Last week, Riyadh hosted a comedy festival. I did not attend—let’s call it limited funds. After all, this is the […]
I can’t exactly recall when I watched my last movie on VHS, but the cassette tape once defined my childhood. For kids of the 1980s and 1990s, videotapes were currency—expensive objects that you treasured, rewound, and wore out.
In this week’s best-of roundup, we think about Rainer Maria Rilke, the ontology of God, and Italian pop music from the 1970s.