“Not a single person was killed on the day of the rioting. But the following month, May, would conclude with 41 homicides — the most the city had experienced in a month since the 1970s.”
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Good Enough to Eat? The Toxic Truth About Modern Food
“It makes no sense to presume that there has been a sudden collapse in willpower across all ages and ethnic groups since the 1960s.” What has changed? Food processing — and food marketing.
White Nationalism’s Deep American Roots
“What is judged extremist today was once the consensus of a powerful cadre of the American elite, well-connected men who eagerly seized on a false doctrine of “race suicide” during the immigration scare of the early 20th century.”
A World Built on Sand and Oil
“The inexorable proliferation of oil and sand on the global circuits of trade tells us about the shape-shifting ways of production, colonial forms of exploitation, and our reckless wrecking of the global environmental commons.”
The Lost City of Aguachile
“Aguachile” literally means “chile water.” Where did the shrimp in this ever-more-popular dish from Mexico’s Sinaloa state come from, and what happened to the original Sinaloan aguachile?
How Rats Became an Inescapable Part of City Living
Where there are people, there are rats: they’re smart, hardy, and empathetic, and we can’t really complain about them when it’s our trash that feeds them.
This Is What It’s Like Waking Up During Surgery
Mixing and matching potent drugs to alter consciousness and eliminate pain is a delicate medical art, and one that doesn’t work equally well on everyone — but because the same drugs that knock you out also impede memory formation, you might never know.
For Larger Customer, Eating Out Is Still a Daunting Experience
If I have to contort myself to get into a booth or knock a vase of flowers off a too-close table with my ass, my wallet and I are heading elsewhere.
A Wild Night at Weed Church
A wild night at weed church is, like, the calmest possible night anywhere else in the world.
“The Glitter-scurfed Frappuccinos” Is Totally the Name of My New Band
Don’t disrespect the fish. Or do! It’s your dinner.
