Reading
At a key meeting, U.S. stage management stops the world from hearing critics of Israel’s war on Gaza.
The post How Biden’s State Department Conceals Its “Human Rights Black Hole” in the Middle East appeared first on The Intercept.
The Stephen Dixon Award for Short Fiction recognizes an emerging fiction writer who is experimenting with form and expanding the boundaries of storytelling. Our first runner-up is Maz Do with “When the Moths Came” published in issue 72 of McSweeney’s Quarterly.
August when the moths came. The air: murky, damp, shimmering. Everything clung to everything. Everything tasted of everything else. The streets smelled of piss, a dirty finger pressed to the back of your throat. They smelled of rot, which flared and inflamed the nostrils. And we were alone, even though we were together. Us and the moths.
The moths nested in the double-paned windows that overlooked an old teak tree. There they nursed their larvae, milky, swaddled by light and time. In those long, fading days, the hours stretched like taffy.
The world’s largest rodent is a jaguar's favorite snack.
The post How Capybaras Outwit Big Cats appeared first on Nautilus.
The Stephen Dixon Award for Short Fiction honors the extraordinary work and life of long-time McSweeney’s author Stephen Dixon. The prize recognizes emerging fiction writers experimenting with form and expanding the boundaries of storytelling. The inaugural winner of this year’s award is Kristina Ten for her story “Adjective.” We’re also pleased to announce Maz Do as the first runner-up for her story “When the Moths Came.”
A provision in the annual defense bill would have the Pentagon run clinical trials for members of the military with post-traumatic stress disorder.
The post Congress Is Pushing Revolutionary Research on Psychedelic Treatments for the Military appeared first on The Intercept.
Ingredients
- 425 ml of Marley’s Spirit or Dandelion & Burdock Fizz
- 225 grammes of jellied eel blood (harvested by the muck swallows and mud larks that live under the Thames; if you can’t harvest fresh eel, store-bought is fine)
- 50 grammes of strong flour
- 50 grammes of piddling flour
- 110 grammes of charming foppish stutter
- 1 ml of dried mayonnaise soaked in Pimms
- Candied rummy jubblers
- 225 ml of Posh Spice
- 110 grammes of London copper saying, “What’s all this then, eh?” (crumbled by hand by a chimney-sweep)
- 110 grammes of upper lip (stiffened into peaks)
- Zest of blood sausage
- 275 ml of bovine spongiform beef suet (In a pinch, Artful Dodger grease will do)
- A sprinkling of Welsh corgi
- Sultanas
Instructions
Known as plum puddly-dunks or Christmas pudding, “figgy” pudding is a traditional British dessert served on Bonfire of St. Clive’s Day. (“Pudding” in the United Kingdom is what “dessert” is called elsewhere.