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I dropped my new friends off at the arena, a gray structure that blended into the surrounding parking lots. We waved goodbye, and they disappeared into the security line. Police on horseback wearing cowboy hats and actual spurs directed me away from the crowds, which added some Texas flair to the mundane act of sitting in traffic.

The Knicks were in the midst of blowing a fourteen-point lead halfway through the fourth quarter, and my excitement at this situation, the sheer merriment and life force of it all, mingled with my grief at what was unfolding, and my awareness of how absurd it was to feel grief about such a thing in a hospital, which, I know firsthand, is a scene of real grief.

The following weekend, I returned to the storage lockers with my partner, Blair. Upon arriving, we removed the picnic table and wooden chairs and machinery and placed it all on the gravel road that ran through the facility. Blair climbed in first, swinging their legs through a hole in the rafters and rifling through box after box.

The human hand has twenty-nine bones and twenty-nine major joints. It contains over one hundred ligaments, connected to thirty-four muscles in the palm alone, each one responsible for the minute negotiations that allow us to tie our shoes, thread a needle, lift a glass, or juggle.

Klosterman may often be subversive, kind of lazily seditious, but he is, clearly, self-aware about his counterrevolutionary inclinations, accepting and even celebrating football as a stabilizing—some might say paralyzing—force on the American imagination.

Cárdenas engages the arid landscape, the dead tree, the dried-out wood, and sculpts into existence a beginning—a way into the future eked out of a barren present.

The booming Bushwick club scene has lately drawn the attention of “serious” writers and thinkers. Staff writers at prestigious magazines and tenured faculty at elite schools are openly talking about going to illegal warehouse raves and taking illegal drugs—but doing so deeply, politically, radically.

By the 1990s, there were even times when a channel surfer, perhaps startled by the abrasive industrial techno opening sequence of Kluge’s show 10 vor 11, might have clicked away, only to land on another even more puzzling Kluge production. Kluge didn’t mind that his shows occasionally aired at the same time; on the contrary, he saw it as an opportunity for channel flippers to participate in the production process by creating montages of their own.

This might just be the most cynical—and thus true-to-life—entry in the Woman With a Magazine Job canon.

You wanted it to stay a haven when all was lost: Kamal Adwan hospital, where even rocked by bombs and raids, you fostered all the small possibilities of care. The soldiers vacated. You found those patients whose safety ceased being yours to bear and let them sleep beneath the courtyard square.

sent me several questions about translation. She worried that they were somehow “too remedial, ” but they were actually something worse: ancient, unanswerable debates. Take this one: “How much ‘editing’ of an author when translating is considered permissible? What is the outer limit of acceptable on that score? ”

How can we train ourselves not to translate but to imbibe words that we don’t understand? How do we push past obscurity and opacity, without the requisite training in, or knowledge of, other languages?

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Oscar Martinez’s remarks were emblematic of a more general response to Midway Blitz: an aggrieved, futile attempt to correct someone who has violently misinterpreted reality. Over and over, I heard Chicagoans point to the normality of life as a kind of defense against the menacing accusations and absurd theories that ICE, Border Patrol, and national politicians had promulgated about the city and then, through the government’s own violence, manifested into being.