In the middle of a new drought, looking back at a drowned California town.

The stolen youth of Lorenzo Montoya.

An oral history of Nirvana ‘Unplugged.’

Promise kept.

But his greatest presidential stumbling block may be right under his nose. At home, Newt's second wife, Marianne Ginther Gingrich, tells me she doesn't see herself in the First Lady's job. "Watching Hillary has just been a horrible experience," commiserates Marianne. "Hillary sticking her neck out is not working." What happens if Newt runs?, I ask. "He can't do it without me," she replies. "I told him if I'm not in agreement, fine, it's easy" --she giggles at her naughtiness. "I just go on the air the next day, and I undermine everything..."

What the neighborhood of Higher Blackley in Manchester says about “one of the least understood and most discriminated-against groups in society.”

The history of a powerful and violent secret society in the islands of southern Chile.

On the death of a young reporter named Christopher Allen and the state of conflict journalism.

In their depictions of domination, the artist’s works, full of world-building and philosophy, do more than flip the script.

An essay drawn from the introduction of Davidson’s iconic book Subway, first published in 1986:

To prepare myself for the subway, I started a crash diet, a military fitness exercise program, and early every morning I jogged in the park. I knew I would need to train like an athlete to be physically able to carry my heavy camera equipment around in the subway for hours every day. Also, I thought that if anything was going to happen to me down there I wanted to be in good shape, or at least to believe that I was. Each morning I carefully packed my cameras, lenses, strobe light, filters, and accessories in a small, canvas camera bag. In my green safari jacket with its large pockets, I placed my police and subway passes, a few rolls of film, a subway map, a notebook, and a small, white, gold-trimmed wedding album containing pictures of people I’d already photographed in the subway. In my pants pocket I carried quarters for the people in the subway asking for money, change for the phone, and several tokens. I also carried a key case with additional identification and a few dollars tucked inside, a whistle, and a small Swiss Army knife that gave me a little added confidence. I had a clean handkerchief and a few Band-Aids in case I found myself bleeding.

An essay about what we’ll lose, and what we’ve already lost.

Teaching Emily Dickinson at Santa Fe Community College in Gainesville, Florida.

Inside a quirky indie publisher’s turn to Covid trutherism

When Elysian Brewing sold itself to Big Beer, it set off a revolt among Seattle craft beer enthusiasts.

A woman posing as a non-profit worker kidnaps a formerly homeless pregnant woman and tries to claim her baby. [PART 2]

When a young author started her novel years ago, she saw it as a romance. She sees it differently now.

The Giant Pacific Octopus is, in the words of a Seattle conservationist, a “glamour animal.” It is also tasty. Therein lies the conflict.

The autonomous car of the future is here:

I was briefly nervous when Urmson first took his hands off the wheel and a synthy woman’s voice announced coolly, “Autodrive.” But after a few minutes, the idea of a computer-driven car seemed much less terrifying than the panorama of indecision, BlackBerry-fumbling, rule-flouting, and other vagaries of the humans around us—including the weaving driver who struggles to film us as he passes.

Oskar Groening, an SS officer whose duties included counting confiscated money, describes his time posted to Auschwitz.

Investigating a former NFL star’s new business: renting professional athletes to their biggest fans.

Ana Montes was a decorated U.S. intelligence analyst. She was also a Cuban spy.

How a Peace Corps volunteer turned a high school basketball squad into Afghanistan’s national team.

A respected anti-gang crusader shoots and paralyzes another man.

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