A profile of driver A.J. Foyt on the eve of what was supposed to be his final Indy 500.
Wednesday, June 15
How digital shifts the way we produce, distribute, and consume content:
The future book — the digital book — is no longer an immutable brick. It's ethereal and networked, emerging publicly in fits and starts. An artifact ‘complete’ for only the briefest of moments.
On the relationship between Keith Olbermann and the camera.
In the early years of the Iraq war, the U.S. military developed a technology so secret that soldiers would refuse to acknowledge its existence, and reporters mentioning the gear were promptly escorted out of the country. That equipment—a radio-frequency jammer—was upgraded several times, and eventually robbed the Iraq insurgency of its most potent weapon, the remote-controlled bomb.
Tuesday, June 14
Interviews with the band while “struggling to finish their very latefellow LP, a trouble child, called Rumours.”
A profile of Ludwig Minelli, the head of the Swiss assisted suicide organization Dignitas.
A profile of Chris Evans, star of the upcoming Captain America:
At this point, which was a…number of drinks in, it was easy to forget that it really was an interview, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't cross my mind that something might happen (and that we'd go to the Oscars and get married and have babies forever until we died?). But there was always the question of how much of it was truly Chris Evans, and whom I should pretend to be in response.
On secrets that surprise no one:
This is the paradox of public space: even if everyone knows an unpleasant fact, saying it in public changes everything.
Monday, June 13
On Bitcoin, the world’s first “decentralized digital currency.”
The search for the missing Holocaust hero began in 1945. The unending quest tore his family apart.
When a CIA operation in Pakistan went bad, leaving three men dead, the episode offered a rare glimpse inside a shadowy world of espionage. It also jeopardized America’s most critical outpost in the war against terrorism.
On George Plimpton and the founders of the Paris Review:
Early in the fifties another young generation of American expatriates in Paris became twenty-six years old, but they were not Sad Young Men, nor were they Lost; they were the witty, irreverent sons of a conquering nation.