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“I am a democratic socialist. ” These words were really spoken by an American politician on live TV, just hours after being elected to govern a city with a population greater than that of all but twelve US states, in the year 2025.

What initially appears to be a dialogue between geometric form, architectural allusion, and figuration transforms into a preadolescent coup d’état by scythe qua jumprope. It is, after all, Baghdad’s people that will make it modern, not shapes on canvasses.

We are near an old strain of folk utopianism, one that depicts the afterlife as a place with towers of food rising to the heavens. One of the first songs Hurley came up with was a sort of mantra he and his brother would chant aloud as children: “There’s such a thing as doughnuts / In the wide, wide world / Doughnuts! Doughnuts! ”

n+1 is seeking a full-time Managing Editor to work in our Brooklyn office. Compensation will range from $58,000 to $64,000 and includes health and dental insurance. n+1 is a print magazine of literature, culture, and politics published three times a year.

It was not the underprivileged who took the initiative. It was one Luke Iseman, merchant of hardware and software, founder of multiple companies, former director of a “tech incubator, ” builder of art installations for the Burning Man festival.

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Can New Yorkers have nice things? With a Mamdani mayoralty almost in reach, it seems tantalizingly possible—but what kinds of nice things should we have? On Tuesday, October 14, join n+1 and the Center for Architecture for a freewheeling discussion of usable pasts, working models, and radical h. ..

Candy was different from the girls Robert knew. She didn’t care about vampires or makeup, but she knew about the Faces of Death VHS tapes you couldn’t find in the library or at Blockbuster. She was a vegetarian and loved looking at the potted plants at Home Depot, dreaming of the day she would have a yard.

April Zhu: Let’s start with the charges. UnHerd columnist Kat Rosenfeld wrote that we editors who resigned in protest had reached with our “hot little hands” for “the censor’s pen.

The truth is, I want to fucking kill him. Because, not that long ago, I was a semi-together individual with some irons of my own in the fire, living in an apartment that had finally achieved the elegantly shabby je ne sais quoi one might hope for in a quaintly garret-like Brooklyn abode. And now I’m this wild-eyed person with scalloped rat barriers around her doors who watches her space heater on a baby monitor.

What is discussed in classrooms, rather than conference halls, about “our alternative ecologies, our archives of resistance, our insurgent epistemologies ” is important. It provides a vocabulary, a grammar for the very students whose encampments were met with such violent resistance. And at least here in the UK, literature departments are hubs of union organizing and resistance. If it weren’t so, there wouldn’t be such a concerted effort — whether in the neoliberal garb of austerity, or in the racist cloak of “fighting woke” — to dismantle the humanities.

We have no tradition, she said. What could we say to the dead except that we’re sorry for living? No, we confuse people too much already. How much more could they take? They hear “transsexual” and want us to prove it. They want weeping in front of mirrors. They want heartfelt confessions with parents on the couch. They will never take you seriously or consider you normal. They want hand-me-down emotions.

All the Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents I saw in the atrium were white, of medium height and build, and many wore plain baseball caps. They were all men and they stuck out because they displayed an exceeding level of stillness and homogeneity in a room with a flow of people from all over the world, people who were always in motion and who mostly looked different from one another.

The more experienced attendees explain that here, one’s individual experience is seen as a symptom of the group’s dynamics. If someone is physically ill, it is because the system needs to eject someone; if someone feels rejected, it is because the group needs a scapegoat to hold everyone’s feelings of shame. If you act out or say something inflammatory, it’s because you’ve been unconsciously mobilized by others. Everything means something: if you close a window, you are trying to protect the group. If you’re sleepy, it’s because the group is making you sleepy. You do not have food poisoning; you have group poisoning.