A longform user's guide to anxiety.
On the 25th anniversary of the Super Mario Bros. Movie we have to look at how it anticpaited 2018 with a rule by a narcissistic idiot with werid hair and ongoing ecological collapse.
One of the last flea pit movie theatres in London is being re-opened in a Luxe version. Maybe no one else will miss it, but I wanted to say goodbye to Odeon Panton Street.
This is part of an ongoing project called the (e) book of love. I was wondering what MeFites thought of it. Previously, someone called it "pious gibberish", which I sort of liked, that impression. It's a long-ish read, be warned. If you can't get past the first few paragraphs, let me know why that would be. Peace be with you.
To mark the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare's death, the collaborative Living Shakespeare project presents essays on Shakespeare's works by prominent global figures, accompanied by short films featuring the writers co-produced by BBC World TV. [more inside]
I butchered a pig this weekend, and decided to write about the process. [more inside]
A personal essay that I hope resonates with a lot of people.
I wrote this for The Awl. It is about diners and how to sort them.
It's my first piece for the NYTimes! A Riff essay on how the past's view of the future impacts how we live in the present. Plus DeLoreans.
A careful read of the early seasons of Mad Men reveals a hidden truth: Housewife Trudy Campbell is a secret KGB agent working to undermine the West.
You may recognize me from my many comments in trans-related MetaFilter threads as both the partner and the parent of transgendered people. I was recently asked to contribute an essay about my five-year-old son's gender history to Friends Journal, a national Quaker magazine. Here it is!
In the process of redesigning my website, I decided to take the plunge and formatted 35 of my poems - making them available in a variety of formats: PDF, HTML, TXT and DOC. There's even a ZIP file that contains every format. All of the poems are released under a CC BY-NC license. [more inside]
The Grim Reaper his own bad self apparently keeps looking me right in the eye, but keeps saying, “Not now, dude.” A budding collection of unusual essays.