I don’t write just to see what’ll happen. I’m not interested in hippy art. I’m in conversation with certain things and I work to get all of those things into a unified place.
The God of Things as They Aren’t
The grotesque humor of Ralph Eugene Meatyard’s photography.
We sold ten-dollar juice to people who say, “fuck the rules” while, simultaneously, making the rules.
Portraits, Ghosts, and Winters
Though there are days when I can see snow on the peaks of the San Gabriel mountains, the only other way I know how to have a feeling of winter is to see an image of it in a painting or movie, or to read it, and sometimes to write it. I admit that I write and read partly for escape, or maybe to travel is a better way to say it.
We are caught in a loop, and the museum, tasked with preserving history, is instead watching while history leaks and circles around maddeningly.
An introduction to the new issue of the Full Stop Quarterly.
What Machines Know: Surveillance Anxiety and Digitizing the World
Mass surveillance and predictive policing are all the rage. And in the act of performing identity online, ordinary people help make the world more machine-readable. Why do we play along?
Is the bossless office egalitarian, or does it simply camouflage inequalities and portend the further erosion of organized labor?
Bossnappings are a symbolically potent tactic in the arsenal of labor militancy, especially now that workers are increasingly required to identify with their management.
Like Nas captured the energy of his New York, I wanted to capture the energy of my West Virginia.