Sydneysiders

‘I mean actually using a tree as a thing to ride’

Only a place steeped in adolescent boredom could produce a sport so maddeningly stupid as tree riding...

A redwood can live forever...

It is hard to believe that this was once one of Spain’s wildest nightclub scenes...

Our team was part of the global Event Horizon Telescope Collaboration...

sift developed from a translation of the Moroccan philosopher Abdessalam Benabdelali...

Arriving by way of the via-not...

hockey pucks are frozen prior to each game...

The more nonsensical, the better...

Francesco Tenaglia Interviews R.H. Quaytman

Art history is an attempt to predict the past that the future will come from...

Social media are a deliberation-themed video game...

The Story of the Three Bears by Samuel Jay Keyser

Goldilocks is chock-full of threes...

Snow falling, nutcrackers come to life, swans turning into princesses...

There are a handful of obvious goals we should have for humanity’s longterm future...

Oiled

I am obviously not travelling for coffee but for oil. Or rather: for art...

The first-amendment bubble of big US online media platforms quickly burst…

When free-market elephants like Elon Musk or Jeff Bezos take charge of major mass-media outlets, concerns are raised about the direction of free speech...

The outfielders adept at prose. At third base and first, essayists. At shortstop and second base, poets...

The ecstasy that accompanies a spiritual experience holds a form of inner displacement; we are born to surpass, to embrace our totality in movement...

The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...

The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...

‘from An Explanation of America: Countries and Explanations’ by Robert Pinsky

Farah Abdessamad on François-René de Chateaubriand

I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...