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Feeling Fine at History’s End

Where Joel tips over into mawkishness, R.E.M. give a more complex version of the experience of living towards the end of the cold war, i.e. the end of history.

What Is Cupcake Fascism?

If a fascist reich was to be established anywhere today, I believe it would necessarily have to exchange iron eagles for fluffy kittens, swap jackboots for Converse, and the epic drama of Wagnerian horns for mumbled ditties on ukuleles.

The Court of King Armani

Everyone chips in so that Andy will shave half of his head or Dave will lie in a bath of baked beans, and a child in Mozambique gets the vaccine he needs to not die tomorrow.

Capturing Kyiv

Too often we emerging photographers, rather than providing unique contributions to discourse, arrive to reproduce images, reinforcing an existing visual narrative.

A Train of Thought

Yvonne Rainer … 911 calls … schizophrenics … what happens when you retrace your YouTube steps?

The Unidentified Guest: New Zealand’s Prime Minister

Prime Minister John Key is a bit of a reptile, a snake in the grass. He’s the embarrassing, uncool dad of New Zealand.

Of Juice and Joy

A peacock in spring makes derangéd love to the muddy hill.

The Insensitivity of Autocorrect

I think of all this messy tech as a lake that grows larger and larger, accumulating information with no sense of time’s passing, a beast with good intentions, that only wishes to learn.

Taking Time

Time passes, print publications amass. I never realized before how much the accumulation of periodicals could remind a person that the end is inevitable.

Consider The Sex Writer

Why is writing and reading about sex the source of so much discomfort and uncertainty?