September 9, 2025
- The transgressive legacy of Christopher Marlowe
- Some truly horrifying trivia, courtesy of Mary Roach
- On the time AI invaded Jeopardy!
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“Falling from favor, or grace, some high artifice, down he dropped like a discredited predicate through what he called space (sometimes he called it time) and with an earsplitting crack splattered the base earth with his vital attributes.”
"At eleven, the child was into fractals. Naturally then, the mother agreed to drive him to the Fractal Museum in Portland, Maine—'The Singular Museum of Its Kind.'”
“Mostly he ignores me. He might as well live here alone. He makes eye contact at times, but instantly looks away again. His large hazel eyes are strikingly human; they remind me of yours.”