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OK Computer!
First the IBM 704 sang it, then a malfunctioning HAL 9000, and now the internet. It’s Daisy Bell — or, a Bicycle Built for Two Thousand. That would be the…
Put it on my Tab
We knew that monkeys paid for sex as soon as they learn what money is. But that’s in a lab, a controlled setting, where who knows what kinds of tricks the…
A Book About My Father: George, Being George
I should perhaps start off by saying that I had almost nothing to do with the oral biography about my father, George Plimpton.
Across the Harbor, Silver-Paced… and Soon Defaced?
Decades ago, Hart Crane wrote “To Brooklyn Bridge,” his most famous poem. “And Thee, across the harbor, silver-paced / As though the sun took step of thee, yet left /…
Built from Bullets
Bullet shells, shrapnel and scrap metal–the detritus of war—were well known to be recycled back into arms, but they have also been transformed into art. Since 1971, the artist Al…
Naked in DC
Craig Seymour is funny, precise, and egoless: the perfect combination for a good sex worker memoirist.
Ariana Page Russell and the Art of Dermatographia
In her art, Ariana Page Russell uses her skin in ways previously unimaginable: she makes wallpaper with it; she creates temporary tattoos with it, that she then affixes back onto…
DEAR SUGAR: “If you’re so hot, anon, why not sign your name and include a pic of your amazing wonderpuss?”
You “feel” you should be out meeting people. You know what I say? Fuck that.
Morning Coffee
We here at the Rumpus do not speak nor read Russian. We are however, totally terrified and fascinated by this dying merman statue. Republican are a bunch of teabaggers and…