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Jessica Riskin’s three greatest revelations while writing Power of Life
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As reports emerge of direct Gulf involvement in strikes on Iran, Bahrain is escalating a sweeping anti-Shia crackdown — arresting clerics, revoking citizenships, and threatening dissidents with death sentences.
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Landfills are actually excellent places to beef up your lifetime list
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From destroying hundreds of Israeli Merkava tanks to Iron Dome systems, Hezbollah’s $50 FPV drones are inflicting massive losses on Israel using weapons so cheap and simple that military analysts now fear they are changing warfare forever.
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My underwater dive to discover whether the beautiful ocean organisms are ever coming back
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Oh, I see you are reading this on a device. Perhaps you need to top off your battery? Do you need a cable for that? A USB cable? Because I have an assortment.
I have somehow accumulated several lifetimes’ worth of USB cables, and I cannot get rid of them.
How about a 1.0, 2.0, type A, A to B, B to C, or a micro to macro? Because somewhere in this plastic spaghetti, I have them. I have them all. Would you like one? Please, take a cable. I have too many, and it has become a burden, decades in the making. Please. Take a whole shoebox.
I have USB cables from before the year 2000. Vintage cables that barely did anything, transferring JPGs pixel by pixel from one drive to another. Sometimes, not all the data made it. That’s called the Angelfire’s share.
Actually, this one might not be a data cable. It might only be a charging cable. They don’t really tell you. You only find out five minutes before you need to present a PowerPoint to your entire company. Rest assured, we can find the right cable, though.
Underground Artists is an ongoing comic by Ali Fitzgerald (Hungover Bear & Friends) that follows woodland creatures as they create art and search out whimsy in a bleak forest.
Dua Lipa
I have two lips.
Elvis Presley
Someone has flattened the elves.
Elton John
Where’s the bathroom?
Cher
I want it all.
Ed Sheeran
My eyebrows itch.
Bad Bunny
I am going to consume this carrot, and you are powerless to stop me.
John Denver
The bathroom is in Colorado.
John Cougar
The bathroom is a litter box.
John Legend
The bathroom doesn’t actually exist.
Lorde
Dear God, please help me learn to spell.
Johnny Rotten
The toilet smells bad.
Flo Rida
Meet my girlfriend, Ida Ho.
Johnny Cash
Got change for the pay toilet?
Eddie Money
Yes, I do.
Jon Bon Jovi
Party in the outhouse!
Carrie Underwood
The pallbearers have fallen.
Keith Richards
The keys are too expensive.

‘We’re not sure what it means or how it started’ – the enigmatic ritual that has existed in Switzerland for centuries
- by Aeon Video

Talk as much as you like about human rights, nothing will change until the architecture of global finance is reformed
- by Attiya Waris
Honey, I’m sorry I messed up our moment on the kiss cam.
I’m sorry I mouthed “That’s my sister!” and made a face like yuck while jerking my thumb at you, my loving wife of thirty-one years. I’m sorry I couldn’t look you in the eye and, instead, doubled-down and began talking loudly about our shared childhood, even though there is no audio on the kiss cam.
When you kicked my foot, and I realized you were mad, I’m sorry that I tried to make it up to you with a tongue-forward kiss, forgetting that the crowd believed you to be my sister. I’m sorry you had to hear 14,000 people make a collective noise of shock and disgust while your beautiful face was projected on the largest possible screen.
I’m sorry that this all happened after the screen was expanded in 2024.
I’m sorry that I stood up to address our section and let them know that we actually have a very loving and often erotic relationship. I understand now that I shouldn’t have offered to prove it.
I’m sorry I spent the entire fourth inning searching for another camera operator so that I could beg for a second chance.
A few months ago, I was tending to my newborn when across the room my phone pinged. I ignored it. Within a few minutes, however, continuing to do so became impossible, not just because of my compulsive urge to touch my phone every four seconds, but also because the device was seized by such a frenzy of notifications it threatened to buzz right off my dresser.
A wave of anxiety swept over me as I opened the kindergarten moms’ exploding group text—please, not more head lice.
But no! This was a good group-text freak-out. It was the call of America’s most beloved (nonprofit) multi-level marketing scheme.
One of my son’s classmates was selling Girl Scout cookies.
I loaded the order form and promptly set aside all New Year’s resolutions. It had been years since I’d had Girl Scout cookies, and my older two sons had yet to try them. I added my favorites to the cart, and then my eyes fell on the newest addition to the cookie lineup, Exploremores.