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What a trippy gravitational phenomenon can tell us about the universe.
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Scientists can now study species in the deepest, darkest parts of the ocean.
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Almost 10 years after the court greenlit Glossip’s execution, the justices have agreed to hear evidence of his innocence.
The post Will the Supreme Court Force Oklahoma to Kill Richard Glossip? appeared first on The Intercept.
A few memories stand out for me:
Age 5 or so, on the beach, kneeling on a rocky granite outcropping. The tide is out, and the rock has many small basins still full of water. In one of them a few small fish, silver and a sort of reddish gold, swim in circles. I stare, fascinated.
A tiny room in the third story of an old house. The woman I’m in love with, a psychology major, is doing her her homework, sprawled on her bed. I’m tucked into an alcove, knees up against my chest, reading a book. We aren’t talking or touching, but I’m warm in a cold room, my eyes are soft, and both of us are perfectly aware of the other.
A coalition of attorneys and human rights activists is pursuing charges against Israeli and American officials.
The post Faces of Israeli and American “War Criminals” on New Deck of Playing Cards appeared first on The Intercept.
Thank you for having me on. I’m a huge fan of your show. I appreciate the opportunity to steer all discussion toward mentions of my book.
Hmm, that first question was not specifically about my book, which makes me worried that this is going to be one of those things where we “have a conversation” instead of “constantly shill my book.”
Speaking of my book, which you weren’t, my publisher said I need to shoehorn references to it into this interview, even if it brings the discussion to a screeching halt. I’m on shaky ground with them because of what a nightmare I was to my editor. I took every cut personally and sent aggressive emails late into the night. If my book doesn’t sell a ton, I’m toast. As I lay out in my book, my back is slick with shame-sweat. After the interview, I’ll have to switch shirts.