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Because every day is an excruciating accumulation of moments that last lifetimes now it is even more impossible to recall recent events than it used to be back when time flowed at a normal pace and the greatest difficulty we had was with the massive amount of product by which we were constantly under barrage. […]
?? A few nearly unnoticeable drops of drizzle became a soaking mist in the course of the brief wait in the schoolyard for the teachers to arrive. Then came plain gray and damp. The very top of the Freedom Tower’s spike was lost in the sky. Even after the ground had dried out, it was […]
I would still like to know who did it.
The History Channel's assault on truth.
Lunch al fresco with a side of political gossip.
This is really good, and most days there’s not a lot else you can say that about. Most days there’s not anything else you can say that about. Or anything at all, let alone else. Take what you can get is what I’m saying, and also be aware that you’re not likely to get a […]
?? The dull gray in the sky extended down to make a dull gray nothingness where New Jersey would be. A few ripples of blue, with unclear edges, emerged. On stepping outside into the soggy air, there was a brief moment of chill in the dimness, and then the clouds thinned and parted, so that […]
And other answers to questions you didn't ask.
The Awl's newsletter.
Notes on life.
Weren’t we just here? Wasn’t it moments ago that we were waking up to a new week, full of dread and barely able to drag ourselves to the starting line? Didn’t we just complain about how exhausted we were and wonder how much more we could take? I guess the good news is I can […]
? The bedclothes got thrown off in the night but the air itself pressed the body like a damp comforter. A curtain of morning sun briefly fell on the building across the way, illuminating a brown-and-white dog by a window. Then there was nothing but heavy gray over the heavy air. Lighter and darker periods […]
Sunday night is the last time the sun will set after 7PM in New York City until next spring. Do you like your odds of making it to next spring? Appreciate the light while it’s still there. Also, here’s some music, enjoy.
Raising chickens in Oakland.
By making popcorn in a White House microwave.
The Awl’s newsletter.
Curious objects at auction
The Clientele’s Music for the Age of Miracles is out next Friday, and it is one of two great albums for fall coming soon. (Here’s the other.) Will we make it to next Friday? Will autumn be a thing then? These are questions beyond my ken. The only thing I can tell you about next […]