September 4, 2026
The investor swayed by a billboard that simply says “caffeine” knows they’re getting table scraps.
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September 4, 2026
The investor swayed by a billboard that simply says “caffeine” knows they’re getting table scraps.
September 4, 2026

New York as shitty Vienna?
We have public housing, but it has never been as well designed, built, or maintained. We have limited-equity co-ops built by limited-dividend companies, but we built far fewer of them, and we allowed some to go private. We have inclusionary zoning, but whereas their model requires two-thirds of the development to be social housing, ours only demands that one-third be targeted to tenants under a certain household income.
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September 1, 2026

On a serendipitous proliferation of Bulgarians, “Women” “in” translation, queer Taiwanese literature, and Optatian with a Balkan twist: this is Miss Translation column 4.
Read MoreSeptember 9, 2026
A discussion at the Great Hall
August 14, 2026
Say what you will about Gary Bettman, his Gnostic appreciation for human duality is indisputable.
September 8, 2026
A celebration of A Right to Housing?
August 10, 2026
One gets the sense that we ourselves—the fans—are the real stars.
July 31, 2026

On Sonny Rollins
Read MoreJuly 30, 2026
I, too, am a fan, and of the vindictive variety.
July 27, 2026

The irony of the Report is that its attempt to oppose the politicization of academia is more stridently political than the fields it aims to critique
All of us, from academics to fishermen, have now internalized a practice of reading the social world as a field of political or latently political signs. TV watching habits, food choices, clothing, interpretive approaches to 19th-century British literature: Everything becomes an opportunity to take a political stand, and to position yourself in relation to others taking political stands—and in a profession where discourse is everything, such opportunities abound.
July 27, 2026

I loved Gibbons’ stiff sentences and strange tone—at once kitschy, pervy, ridiculous, and tragic.
No awkward fumbling in the dark, no failed maneuvers, no humiliating slurp sounds slipped out in the throes of passion—even a middle-aged beauty crowns the novice to be a carnal “king”! Have you ever heard of a more seamless first time? Then you remember this is a book written by a teenage girl who’s never been kissed, let alone had sex.
July 23, 2026
Wednesday evening. It’s time to go to the pub!