13 Heartwarming Animal Rescues
We owe it to pets and wildlife to keep them safe from our storm drains and cheese puffs.
We owe it to pets and wildlife to keep them safe from our storm drains and cheese puffs.
Philosopher of Feelings
I read Rachel Aviv’s Profile of Martha Nussbaum with a mixture of awe and dismay (“Captain of Her Soul,” July 25th). I loved Nussbaum’s call for a “blushing patriarchy” and for feminists to return to the abject body; her embrace of the Stoic notion that thought and feeling are divisionless; and her belief that being a good human or living a virtuous life requires “a kind of openness to the world . . . that can lead you to be shattered.” But although Nussbaum espouses the value of vulnerability... Читать дальше...
The sculptor John Ahearn wasn’t looking for a new muse when he stopped by a high-school portrait show around the corner from his South Bronx studio two years ago. But he was struck by a realist oil painting depicting drowsy subway riders. “It was really deep and beautifully painted,” he recalled recently. When he met the artist, eighteen-year-old Devon Rodriguez, he was taken aback again: the boy’s angular black hairline and V-neck T-shirt reminded him “exactly” of a Picasso self-portrait from 1906. Читать дальше...
The handsome Senator from Texas, the Capitol’s leading heartthrob, a former astronaut, and a likely future President, was in bed with two ladies, a young intern and the more mature Secretary of the Interior (the Senator called her the Secretary of the Posterior and had just made several charming off-color but complimentary remarks about hers, bringing an embarrassed flush to all four of her cheeks, and giggles from the intern, who was playing with two of them), when his private security phone chimed with the news: “The Martians have landed! Читать дальше...
The day after Apollo 14 landed on the moon, Dennis and Terence McKenna began a trek through the Amazon with four friends who considered themselves, as Terence wrote in his book “True Hallucinations,” “refugees from a society that we thought was poisoned by its own self-hatred and inner contradictions.” They had come to South America, the land of yagé, also known as ayahuasca: an intensely hallucinogenic potion made from boiling woody Banisteriopsis caapi vines with the glossy leaves of the chacruna bush. Читать дальше...
When I lived on a farm I wrote love lettersTo chickens pecking in the yard,Or I’d sit in the outhouse writing one to a spiderMending his web over my head.That’s when my wife took off with the mailman.The neighbors were leaving, too,Their sow and piglets squealingAs they ran after the moving truck,And even that scarecrow I once tied to a treeSo it would have to listen to me.
Later this month, the inaugural London offshoot of Afropunk Fest—the forward-thinking musical event, held annually in Brooklyn, that explores race, identity, and visual art in black counterculture—will take place. Initially, the headliner was to be Maya Arulpragasam, the forty-one-year-old pop star known as M.I.A. The pairing seemed natural, if not inevitable: M.I.A., a Londoner of Sri Lankan descent, has long been guided by the notion that her music is inextricably linked to sociocultural concerns. Читать дальше...
Pete Wells, the restaurant critic of the Times, who writes a review every week—and who occasionally writes one that creates a national hubbub about class, money, and soup—was waiting for a table not long ago at Momofuku Nishi, a modish new restaurant in Chelsea. Wells is fifty-three and soft-spoken. His balance of Apollonian and Dionysian traits is suggested by a taste for drawing delicate sketches of tiki cocktails. Since starting the job, in 2012, he has eaten out five times a week. His primary... Читать дальше...
The spring hunt started promisingly last year for the village of Point Hope, on the Chukchi Sea in northern Alaska: crews harpooned two bowhead whales and pulled them onto the ice for butchering. But then the winds shifted. Out on the pack where the water opened up, the ice at the edge was what is called sikuliaq, too young and unreliable to bear a thirty-ton whale carcass. The hunters could do nothing but watch the shining black backs of bowheads, breathing calmly, almost close enough to touch.
What a time to be a woman in America. Soon, there could be a Madame President. Or, if things go a different way, the Oval Office may be occupied by an orange fellow who once, confronted with a lawyer preparing to pump breast milk, ran out of the room screaming, “You’re disgusting!” Thankfully, the comedians Jo Firestone and Aparna Nancherla have teamed up to create an instructional Web series called “Womanhood,” on the YouTube channel RIOT. Season 1 covered everything from “Puberty Tips” (“What... Читать дальше...
After Gabriel Cardona was sentenced, in 2009, press photographers took his picture through a pane of protective glass, as if he were some exotic beast. There was something unthinkable about what he had become, a ghoulish contradiction too awful for the culture to assimilate: a child assassin. Yet there he sat, in pristine white prison scrubs, reciting a catalogue of macabre achievements in the matter-of-fact tones of a college interview. When Cardona was arrested, he was nineteen, and his delicate-featured... Читать дальше...
The English poet Alice Oswald’s scavenged version of the Iliad, “Memorial,” appeared in the U.S. in 2012. Its method was radical: Oswald did away with Homer’s famous heroes and battles and speeches, providing instead an “oral cemetery” for the war’s minor players, those with tongue-twister names like Iphidamas and Periphetos. These noble souls were often glimpsed in strobe-lit flashes of gore at the moment of their deaths, their faces “pierced like a piece of fruit” or turned into carrion, “bird’s feathers on your face / . Читать дальше...
Richard Rhoades is a seventy-six-year-old retired respiratory therapist and E.M.T. who lives with his wife in Poughkeepsie. Lately he’s been laid up with a broken back—“I can’t even lift my toothbrush right now,” he said by phone the other day—and he suffers from symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder, a result of his time as a marine in Vietnam. “I go to the shrink,” he said. “We talk about why I swear like a sailor and destroy stuff. If I’ve got a baseball bat or a pitchfork when I’m mad, I’ll throw that at you! Читать дальше...
Philosopher of Feelings
I read Rachel Aviv’s Profile of Martha Nussbaum with a mixture of awe and dismay (“Captain of Her Soul,” July 25th). I loved Nussbaum’s call for a “blushing patriarchy” and for feminists to return to the abject body; her embrace of the Stoic notion that thought and feeling are divisionless; and her belief that being a good human or living a virtuous life requires “a kind of openness to the world . . . that can lead you to be shattered.” But although Nussbaum espouses the value of vulnerability... Читать дальше...
Nelson Molina grew up in a housing project in East Harlem, in an apartment where his mother still lives. “Starting when I was nine years old, in 1962, I had a passion for picking up,” he said recently. “I had, like, a three-block radius. I would look through the garbage and pick up toys that people threw out, and I would fix them. I had two brothers and three sisters, and I was like Santa Claus to them.”
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My great-grandmother Luise Gönner had a keen eye for dead people. She would see them sitting by the side of the road sometimes when she worked in her garden in the morning, or waiting by the village crossroads at dusk, a look of mournful reproof in their eyes. Whether the sight alarmed or consoled her, I can’t say. Luise was born in 1871 and died six months after my mother’s birth, in 1935. I know only the stories about her that my mother heard growing up. She says that Luise was in most ways a sturdy... Читать дальше...
The Huntress, by Alice Arlen and Michael J. Arlen (Pantheon). This entertaining biography of Alicia Patterson, the founding editor and co-publisher of Newsday, unfolds against a glittering backdrop of wealth, prestige, and print. A scion of the Patterson-Medill publishing dynasty (her great-grandfather and her father founded the Chicago Tribune and the New York Daily News, respectively), Patterson launched Newsday in 1940, on Long Island, quickly building it from a small suburban daily to an influential national paper. Читать дальше...
Roberto Pickering doesn’t know why marijuana changed his life, and researchers can only guess, because the plant has never been studied as a treatment for veterans’ PTSD. Despite state ballot initiatives to legalize marijuana for medical and nonmedical use in recent years, earlier this month it again received the highest drug classification by the Drug Enforcement Administration.
This is one of the most popular appetizers I make and is lovely for a party. The spicy mayo is a perfect accent to the crab cakes. —Tiffany Anderson-Taylor, Gulfport, Florida View the recipe at TasteofHome.com >>
The explosion of a SpaceX rocket will have an impact across the space industry, far beyond the losses on the launchpad.
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LOS ANGELES, Sept. 4 (UPI) -- Los Angeles International Airport was evacuated after a traffic stop outside the terminal led to a security breach inside the terminal, authorities said.
AUSTIN, Texas — After two losing seasons and with the pressure of an entire program bearing down, Charlie Strong turned his team over to a freshman quarterback for Texas’ opener, something no Longhorns coach had done in more than 70 years. He even called Shane Buechele’s mom the night before to say her son would