Dan Weiss is a professional bookseller, amateur dilettante. He writes and plays in the band The Yellow Dress. He firmly believes that everything is going to be okay.
By the way if you like this junk you might like my tumblr too. Welcome back, quagga! Pretty into this old Soviet kindergarten, not going to lie to you. I…
Everything is awful: we are down to the last three Yangtze giant soft-shell turtles. New York’s very first subway was pretty cool though. I imagine you’d like to look through…
Give a moment of your Tuesday to think about Jumbo the elephant. Atlas Obscura tackles the rise of the dollar store. Signs without signs. Unpopular opinion alert: plastic bags are…
I wish I was an 85 year old jewel thief TBQH. A short history of early nonbinary pronouns. Maybe there’s a mirror time-reversed universe? Maybe a lot of things. Maybe…
Sometimes you just need to start a Friday with a flamboyant cuttlefish. We have a new largest prime number, and we can’t possibly replicate it here. Maybe the key to…
Today is a good day to remember Eileen Myles write-in candidacy for president. Obviously we should discuss Planet Nine. While we’re at it, let’s talk about space law! Elsewhere in…
Ghosts of the space age (please thanks). But where is my Hoppi-coptor? So the question is: should everyone be standing still on the escalator? (probably!) Fairy tales are, like, SO…
Welcome to the future, home of NASA’s department of planetary defense. Sup with dogs tho? The New Yorker on (against) Making A Murderer and the rise of social justice true…
We must stop the communist infiltration of Disney World’s Epcot Center. But, like, WHY didn’t anyone make it up Everest? All I want is to ride the Mt Lowe Railway.…
Here’s why you aren’t winning Powerball (also it’s because I am). Behold the colorspace atlas. Very large old crocodile. Thanks. Failed Architecture looks at a history of solitary urban dwelling…
Still reeling over here. If you missed our Bowie roundup yesterday be sure to read Hilton Als’s piece for the New Yorker. Meanwhile, the Atlantic considers the power of his…