Julie Greicius was Art Editor for The Rumpus when it launched in January 2009. One year later, she became Senior Literary Editor, and later, Senior Features Editor. Julie also co-edited the first book published by The Rumpus, Rumpus Women, Vol. 1, featuring personal essays and illustration from twenty kick-ass contributors. Her writing been featured on The Rumpus, Midnight Breakfast, Stanford Medicine Magazine, and BuzzFeed, as well as in the anthology The 27th Mile. She lives in California and is a member of The Rumpus Advisory Board.
If you haven’t read Daniel Bergner’s recent article in The New York Times Magazine, “What Do Women Want?” or better yet, his book, The Other Side of Desire, you should,…
In 1993, brothers Nobumichi and Masamichi Tosa reopened their father’s failed company, Maywa Denki, as an “art unit.” They acted as “parallel-world electricians” and built a following as artists and…
The art of hiding in plain sight, a ninja skill and military staple, was tailored for average pedestrians a little over a year ago by Japanese clothing designer Aya Tsukioka…
In 1991, the editors of Richard Scarry’s Best Word Book Ever made some key editorial changes in an effort to level the race, gender and religious biases of the original…
The main character in Karan Mahajan’s novel, Family Planning, is a man who is only attracted to his wife when she is pregnant. “He liked the smooth, alien bulge of…
Flavorwire interviews online curator and blogger Leslie Miles about his visual curation site. “The concept was simple enough: No words. Just images. Each post is a theme. The beauty is…
Yesterday my heart went out to the image of a small, walking wishbone that seemed to pull, like a frail ox, a complex contraption behind it. It was the most…
“I constructed this machine when, in my mind’s eye I saw my son’s little yellow chair explode with infinite speed, travel to the far reaches of the universe and slowly…
“Caught in a symbiotic relationship, both the wishbone and the machine are unable to manifest fully without the other. We drag our pasts with us and move according to unseen…