Sunday Reading
Newly de-Amazoned readings for your Sunday
Pushing Pixels
The scientific practices that provide us images of Martian landscapes also cast seeing itself in a new light
Sunday Reading
I have a thousand bridges to sell you.
Myth of the Garbage Patch
The massive plastic trash gyre isn't an island, it's the disaster of capital circling the globe on ocean currents
Dear Marooned Alien Princess
Are men getting, somehow, even worse? Should being anti-capitalist mean women of color wearing sack cloth? Ask Marooned Alien Princess!
That Transformative Dark Thing
The practice of Black feminist breathing evokes a lineage of Black revolutionaries whose faith in freedom continues to inspire individual and communal modes of survival, love and transformation
Demolition Party
China’s construction boom is driven by an equally booming wave of urban destruction.
Sunday Reading
What is Mad Men? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. We are each our own devil, and we make this world our Mad Men. Mad Men is—other people! The hottest places in Mad Men are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality. I
MoW Memorandum
tA prospectus for a new Museum of Waste, which hopes to inform guests and visitors of trash's intersections with capital, ecology and sovereignty.
Bodies of Water
Disappearance is not just a euphemism for state murder; it’s intrinsic to capitalism’s need for disposable classes
Hot Allostatic Load
Build the shittiest thing possible. Build out of trash because all i have is trash. Trash materials, trash bodies, trash brain syndrome. Build in the gaps between storms of chronic pain. Build inside the storms.
Sunday Reading
What if the worst place to get brunch in Brooklyn is... ourselves?
City of Praise
London’s discarded lots become holy ground
The Grouch
Sesame Street’s Oscar is all thinkable archetypes of the outsider, scrunched into the shape of a safe cartoon.
Editors' Note, Vol. 40: Trash
In a real, material sense, capitalism doesn’t produce goods nearly so much as it produces trash.
Percival Everett by Percival Everett
A story about a very good writer