Where Is the Computer Man Now?
I miss the 90s, when IT guys dressed like milkmen and rapped about their hardware. I wonder what the Computer Man is up to these days?
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Oral History According to David Lynch: Interview Project
David Lynch’s most recent project seems to be a complete departure from the epic, surreal fictions that made him famous: a collection of oral histories of ordinary people, which he…
Journal Highlight: Monkeybicycle Issue #6
Short fiction is often spoken of in terms of genre, a genre of ephemeral writing that is erased from the mind as quickly as it was most likely written. But…
Punch Drunk Love
This is a story about how appearing bald on the cover of a book led to my getting punched repeatedly by middle-aged women in India. No, actually, that’s not exactly…
I’m Not Exactly Sure Why Street Gangs Need Business Cards
Do the Almighty Freaks run into the Insane Unknowns at a midwestern regional gang conference and trade info so they can get together work on some projects? “Great meeting you…
The Latest Talks from TED
TED, or Technology, Entertainment, Design, began as a conference in 1984 that brought together leaders in those three fields with the mission of spreading ideas. Now, the annual conference challenges…
DEAR SUGAR: “And all this Hot Catholic Energy, too. Man, Catholics are such sexy freaks.”
Just remember what you were when Sugar found you.
The Giro D’Italia, Irritable Bowel Syndrome, and Me
I have long believed that the very unpopularity of professional cycling in this country is a point in its favor—that my enthusiasm for this sport renders me more worldly, more…
Kids + Money
A preview for Lauren Greenfield’s “Kids + Money,” which won the 2009 Sundance Short Award. The documentary is featured in Wholphin No 8.
An Old Review of Kafka’s Love Letters
“Freely pouring his emotions into the letters, Kafka is, by turns, passionate [‘I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong…
Raymond Chandler on Pulp, on Writing, and on Readers
My wife’s been steadily devouring Raymond Chandler, pacing herself so she doesn’t read it all at once (there is, after all, a limited supply). The other night she started in…