Volume 38, Issue 6

The accident happened so quickly—I could barely see it. One moment I’m throwing my phone up in the air in order to make a really funny joke and the next I’m watching in horror as it is slapped with unexpected force onto the hardwood floor. The second it crashed on the ground, the world stood still. I thought my plastic friend was invincible, but I was thoroughly mistaken. Four hours after the accident, when the screen transformed from an informative, colorful collection of words, numbers and pictures to a blank white screen, I realized just how vulnerable the phone really was.Read more...

I recently asked a friend about the ubiquity of black square rimmed glasses. He responded that he hadn’t noticed and accused me of hypersensitivity. While his indictment may be true, I suspect there is a deeper explanation for my observationRead more...

I recently watched a video online in which Titus Andronicus frontman Patrick Stickles, in a rare solo performance, absolutely butchered “Darkness on the Edge of Town” by Bruce Springsteen. He forgot the lyrics a few different times (admitting it during the song), hit wrong chords, and shrieked out the lyrics, proving that his ragged delivery works best (and probably only) within the fray of his own songs.Read more...