In which Matt Bell helps me with process, Maggie Appleton guides me down the rabbit hole of tools for thought, and Robin Sloan tells me to get my hands dirty.

We are publishing a risograph-printed zine about the surveillance technologies used by ICE.

Protecting my attention from algorithm feeds, and from an administration flooding the zone every day.

Meanwhile, the other 598 people on the list had no listed criminal history at all.

Essays instead of aphorisms; thinking in public instead of hot takes; taking one’s time instead of dancing for one’s dinner hour after hour.

I’m pleased to present the transcript of a debate that finally settles the question of the use of AI in creating writing.

A boy with a problem, the usefulness of problems, and despair of the multifaceted problem.

Escalating death, the motorcycle-sidebar model of reading, and selling the world.

This moment in history feels bleak, but maybe that calls for optimism. Not in the sense that that’s the rational response, but because that is what is called for—it’s the work that need…