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Tom ‘You’re Just Jealous Of My Jetpack’ Gauld designs the Spring-themed cover of the New Yorker.

Play the interactive version (including snippets of Vivaldi’s “Spring”; Stravinsky’s “The Rite of Spring”; Beethoven’s “Spring Sonata”; the folk song “One Morning in Spring”; and birdsong from the American robin, which tends to appear in springtime after local migration) here.

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Ferguson, Missouri last night

What transpired in the streets appeared to be a kind of municipal version of shock and awe; the first wave of flash grenades and tear gas had played as a prelude to the appearance of an unusually large armored vehicle, carrying a military-style rifle mounted on a tripod. The message of all of this was something beyond the mere maintenance of law and order: it’s difficult to imagine how armored officers with what looked like a mobile military sniper’s nest could quell the anxieties of a community outraged by allegations regarding the excessive use of force. It revealed itself as a raw matter of public intimidation.

What I Saw In Ferguson (Jelani Cobb, New Yorker)

Earlier: American Rage

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‘Anti-homeless’ spikes from Wexford company, Kent Stainless

Very important objects (The New Yorker)

Kent Stainless

Previously: Roughing It

Related: Remove the anti-homeless spikes (Change.org)

H/T: Ciaran Cuffe

I found the tape, marked “never to be erased,” in New Zealand last year, as I sorted through dusty boxes in Mum’s garage. “I think it’s a message your Dad tried to leave you,” Mum said, as if stumbling across such a thing were an everyday occurrence.

…The first few seconds, the tape only clicked. But then Dad started talking.


Mmf.