
Essay
A Case against Fun, Presented by an Optimistic Killjoy
Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at
Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at
The “Illusory Truth Effect”: le monde entier est un cactus If a statement is repeated enough times, does it become more true? We don’t like
Center and Periphery: a too Long Preface I don’t want to focus on the grosser hypocrisies that characterize our culture at the present moment, such
A Childhood Memory (two, actually) When I was six I used to pop tar bubbles in the summer. The sun would bake the tar that
When I was a kid, I watched a lot of National Geographic. It’s what my mother considered best for her two sons. Television was limited