“We know that we’re in a bad stage and that the orange will continue to deepen — and still we’re reassured that we’re not yet at red, which would mean, presumably, ‘truly cooked.’”

“The more I try to imagine the kind of person swayed by these advertisements, the more the group shrinks…The real money in Silicon Valley is made well before anyone thinks to put up one of these garish monstrosities.”

“Still, hope is irrational. Tenacious. The thing you hold onto when all else fails; the thing that dies last.”

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"From the moment Chuck Berry sang in rock’s first pop hit about how his Ford V8 couldn’t keep up with his cheating lover’s Cadillac Coupe de Ville, Cadillacs have enjoyed a privileged relation to music."

“Abdoulaye watched Senegal’s first game just like the worker in the beginning of the ad, stitching it together in ten-minute intervals stolen between each delivery.” 

“In purer forms, audiophilia remains a cloutless, glamourless pastime — and this is its claim to redemption.”

“In general, EVs sound like tinny spaceships, or a soulless rendition of a lone Brian Eno loop.” Online: William Harris on the sounds of electric cars

“In retrospect, I can see how conceptually adrift I was, how poorly seventh grade had prepared me for poststructuralism.” From Issue 54: @marxforcats on her Foucauldian family

“Speaking of Stanford, the infamous Stanford prison experiment, in which subjects were charged with being either prisoners or guards in a simulated jail setting, is being turned into a reality series by Netflix.”

“She repudiated Aristotle, denied the primordial split between myth and natural philosophy: Anything could, and would, be likened to everything, in the service of the sentence.”

“It was a shame this part of the evening couldn’t last forever; it was a shame they had to go to the Parties at all.” From Issue 54 and now out from behind the paywall: an excerpt from Chad Harbach's new novel, THE BRIGHTNESS!

“Dillard only became a nature writer because critics didn’t know what else to call this itinerant theologian, seeking shrapnel of the Absolute in the last wild pockets of a wasteland she dared not name.” Online now: Grace Glass eulogizes Annie Dillard