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Fri, 13/06/2025 - 23:30

Three visits to Magic Jewelry, a small shop in Manhattan’s Chinatown, where spectral photographs reveal something more than aura color.

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Today we live in the Great Vibes epoch. Inherent yet ephemeral, vibes are difficult to measure. They’re the perfect concept for a period when “if you know, you know” is answer enough. Uncertainty is the fraught space where pseudo-prophetic practices like aura photography thrive. Still, who doesn’t want promises of self-knowledge, healing, and growth when we know what the problems are but change seems futile?

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Fri, 13/06/2025 - 11:43

‘I do love the creatures I hunt’, writes Patrick Galbraith in Uncommon Ground: Rethinking Our Relationship With The Countryside. ‘I love snipe in sundrenched winter meadows and it’s never really autumn, I think, until the teal are in.’ Like many who take part in activities like shooting and wildfowling, Galbraith — a former editor at […]

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Fri, 13/06/2025 - 03:00

Gentlemen, I want answers. Our quarterly earnings are in the garbage, and I expect one of you overpaid three-martini-lunch layabouts to have a good explanation why my family’s home-decor company is bleeding money like a physician of high standing using proper, modern medical techniques against female mental illness?

So, what’s to be? Can anyone in this boardroom tell me why sales of our signature terrifying yellow wallpaper are down?

Edwards, I’m looking at you. I didn’t put you in charge of the Smouldering, Sulphuric Interior Design department for you to try to pass the buck on this one.

For 133 years, our iconically sprawling, flamboyant yellow wallpaper design has defined an entire company. My great-grandfather started this business with nothing more than a dream, unquestioned male decision-making, and an inheritance that he took the burden of handling for my great-grandmother, who was… unwell.

And now, for some unknown reason, people don’t want to buy our wallpaper? Are you all claiming that the public no longer has an interest in unclean yellows? Have dull yet lurid oranges fallen out of fashion?

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Thu, 12/06/2025 - 22:00

Look, I get it. I’ve been in this game a long time, okay? I managed political campaigns on both sides of the aisle, and very nearly won some of them. I get paid more than the combined salaries of an entire elementary school’s faculty to write a weekly diary entry for a nationally syndicated newspaper with minimal AI input. I’ve been on all the major nightly roundtable shows. One time I even found myself smoking cigars with Thomas Friedman, Tom Nichols, and the Krassenstein brothers—but that’s beside the point.

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Thu, 12/06/2025 - 21:25

Yesterday’s long-awaited Spending Review matched up to Labour’s many leaks and previews over the last few weeks. There were significant increases in health and military spending and some much needed money for housing and big infrastructure projects. But these are matched to further cuts in critical departments like agriculture and the environment, and the money […]

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Thu, 12/06/2025 - 05:33
You may have viewed Sen. Joni Ernst (R-Iowa) offering a mock apology for dismissing a constituent’s complaint that the Medicaid cuts she endorses will cause people to die with the flippant remark, “We are all going to die.” She tied her defense of her callousness to Christianity, inviting all who worried about death to convert […]
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Thu, 12/06/2025 - 03:00

“President Donald Trump is celebrating the Army’s 250th anniversary—and his own 79th birthday—with a massive, multimillion-dollar military parade Saturday in Washington.” — Politico

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Dear neighbors,

It’s been a long time since my birthday. Almost a year, in fact. That’s why I’m excited to announce that I’ll be celebrating another turn around the sun with a military parade through our neighborhood. You and your families are all invited. If you can’t make it, no worries. Not a big deal! Just RSVP “no,” and I will simply have you arrested.

For those attending, here’s what you can expect:

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Wed, 11/06/2025 - 22:00

As our guest, please feel free to help yourself to anything. I didn’t run to the store before your arrival, because as you can see, my pantry is overflowing with foodstuffs.

Oh, crackers? An excellent appetizer choice. Those go really well with this jar of local strawberry jam I picked up at—well, that’s interesting. It’s all just been scraped right out of there with a spork, hasn’t it?

I know it was a spork because the top’s broken off inside the empty jar, which was placed right back on the shelf, as if its contents were still available for consumption.

The crackers are gone too? Perplexing. Yes, I see the box in your hand. The way it was torn open across the back, as if shredded by a feral raccoon, was hard to notice until you picked it up. From the shelf. Where it had been perched, delicately, like something that still contained crackers.

No matter. There’s plenty more to choose from. How about cereal? I just picked up this whole shelf of—

Wow, every single box?

Every. Single. Goddamn. Box?