but dammit, I have an agent and I have stories inside me that want to come out. I will find a way to keep telling them, even if I’m too tired to do more than watch a true crime show after work most
and the first part (by Guillaume de Lorris, who used the allegorical ‘style’); or, more extreme both ways, between Bunyan, who used the by then moribund allegorical form to dramatize the Christian ideal, and Lyly, who inEuphuesstylizedá outrance; or, to raise the level again both way...
Were it a matter of the band being dismissed asmerelytechnical I’d get it. I experience my own Gethsemane moment each week when my daughter gets to watch a few episodes of her belovedSophia the Firston Netflix, and I hear the Disney song factory cranked up to a near-apocalyptic pitch,...
but I still always look forward to the full schedule to be announced so that I can have fun trying to plan my schedule out. As a rule, I always head into the festival with my plans
What makes Hecker’s testimony compelling isn’t novelty; it’s timing. His voice joins a growing chorus of scientists, journalists, and former insiders who’ve dared to break the mold of silence. But even then, we must ask: Is this courage, or is it a soft disclosure?
Book me a ticket to Milan, I need to see this optical illusion ByJoe Foleypublished14 May 2025 Were the 'rotating' towers really a design accident? Optical Illusions The best print ads of the 2000s, as chosen by experts ByAntonia Wilsonpublished10 May 2025 ...
MinneBar was great (as usual), and while my family is under no illusions that the COVID-19 pandemic is over, I still ended up going to two other in-person conferences this year: Eyeo and FOSS-XR. Eyeo has been one of my favorite conferences whenever I attend, and this year’s confe...
Then we give thanks “for the saints who refuse to bow down to the illusions and idolatries of this world” and pray for “the grace and courage to follow their example, resisting every evil, and entrusting our lives wholeheartedly to the Love who loves us.” ...
Today, I think about that teenage boy—curious, tender, desperate to be loved—and I don’t judge him. I honor him. He did the best he could with what he had in an uncertain world. But I’m not that boy anymore. I don’t need digital illusions or pixelated comfort. I need presen...
My mind raced with grand illusions and what ifs. Carefree thoughts of a stupid child, Cliff would say. He was fifteen and often teased me when I spoke of my thoughts. There was a point when I used to care, but lately I didn’t. He would get into verbal fights with Marmite Man over...