October 13, 2026
HUM 2380: How Can I Survive, Reproduce, and Flourish?
My Life and Times
Would Adorno have hated jazz less if he’d had better speakers?
Heaven’s Melodic Strains
“Her favorite author is Fuk-Yoo. The great French fi-lo-sof, My-Shell Fuk-Yoo.”
Michel and Mom
July 21, 2026
Watching Soccer
The truth is, I find the stadium experience to be annoyingly corporeal.
Arriving at the hotel in Kansas City, I realized I had never been in a hotel full of Ecuadorians because in Ecuador, the hotels are full of tourists. It was a sea of bright yellow soccer jerseys. Vamos, carajo! Everyone was singing, walking around wrapped in the flag, greeting strangers warmly. It was more Ecuadorian than Ecuador. In the hotel elevator, at random bars in town, at the vintage clothing shop, there were clumps and clusters of people in yellow. Everything was inside out.
July 20, 2026
When the Earth Gives Way
Everyone wanted to talk, and most people wanted to take me on a tour of their favorite cracks.
A town ninety miles north of the Arctic Circle does not need two city halls, two high schools, and two fire stations. To establish a new city, the old one must die, and this project to destroy and rebuild central Kiruna—known as the “urban” or “social transformation”—has now been ongoing for more than two decades.
July 17, 2026
But the chant, I finally realized, wasn’t just a single-vowel utterance. It was an imperative: “Ro!”
Rowing Up That Hill
July 15, 2026
Waiting for a Hexa
The long wait for the elusive sixth title at the World Cup has successfully destroyed the faith of many of Brazil’s most stalwart football nationalists
Somewhere in the fifty-second minute, as the ball is passed calmly around Brazil’s back four, fireworks erupt down the street. In confusion, I look to my partner, who seems to have understood something that I have not—courtesy of Bahia’s inconsistent internet services, our broadcast is delayed. He’s on his feet, ecstatic: “It’s a goal for Brazil!”
June 4, 2026
This study only recruited first-timers. Your body’s data was only valuable once.
In the Reality Lab
May 28, 2026
Please look stylish. Or at least slutty. Don’t give us nothing.
Meet Me in the Darkroom
During the spring 2025 crackdown, I learned the gap between “something” and “nothing” was minuscule.
Weapons of the Meek
When salmon women summer camp ends, what will I do?
Go Fish
Wish You Were Her
Aboard the celebrity impersonators’ cruise
Martha Stewart, Walter White, and Rodney Dangerfield walk into a bar. The bartender looks at Dangerfield, asks what he’s having. “Vodka soda,” he replies. The bartender starts shoveling ice. “Double?” he checks. “Course I am,” says Dangerfield. “Dangerfield’s dead.”
