Receipts make fantastic bookmarks.
Books Off My Shelves IV (Kept The Receipts Edition)
Marvel x Penguin Classics is the collab we’ve been waiting for.
What if… Marvel comics were being anthologized by Penguin Classics? Wonder no further, for that day is here! This morning, the publisher announced their new series, the Penguin Classics Marvel Collection, which means that Jane Eyre and Dorian Gray can share a shelf with some of the most iconic sup
Children should be able to walk and bike to school safely. But, in D.C., four have been hit in crosswalks in less than four weeks.
The latest incident was caught on video, prompting horror, outrage and calls for the city to do more to protect children.
How to Make Comics
Join us on a four-part journey through the art of comics.
On the Internet, We’re Always Famous
The fennec fox is the smallest fox on earth and cute as a button. It has mischievous dark eyes, a small black nose, and impish six-inch ears—each several times larger than its head.
My Time with Kurt Cobain
In early 1992, when I first met Kurt Cobain, he and Courtney Love were living in a little apartment in a two-up-two-down building on an ordinary street in the Fairfax section of Los Angeles.
A 5-year-old was killed while riding her bike. A video taken the next day has, rightfully, left people furious.
A roadside memorial for Allison Hart was still forming when a car drove recklessly through the D.C. intersection.
22 years ago, they got a tattoo and free Mexican food for life
Twenty-two years ago, Casa Sanchez in San Francisco estimated that its notorious tacos-for-tattoos deal would cost somewhere in the ballpark of $5.8 million. Martha Sanchez, who came up with the deal, arrived at that pricey estimate after the promotion was already underway.
Ancient Carthaginians really did sacrifice their children
A collaborative paper by academics from institutions across the globe, including Oxford University, suggests that Carthaginian parents ritually sacrificed young children as an offering to the gods.
9/11 At Twenty
It was about this time 20 years ago that I returned to the office with a co-worker to hear the South Tower had collapsed.
The office was less than 3 blocks from the White House where we’d headed out of morbid curiosity about thirty minutes before, arriving to Lafayette Park in time to see officers yelling for everyone to get back, they were clearing up to two blocks around the White House.
15 minutes prior, Flight 93 crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. Otherwise it was aiming for DC, the Capitol or the White House, for about during that time, that window when dumb me had to rubberneck because sitting there watching the TV felt helpless.
Last year was the first time I got all of my 9/11 day-of thoughts down in one place. 19 years after the fact. Not sure why it took that long.
And of course there are parts missing, either forgotten or purposefully omitted or dismissed because so many others were really *THERE* and who am I to memorialize something I just happened to be in the vicinity of.
But, ultimately, to a certain extent, everyone was *THERE* in some way or another. Either there at the Towers or Pentagon or in New York or DC/NOVA or knew someone who was or watched and thought “what if that were me?” and to varying degrees and emotions felt it.
It’s insane that it’s been 20 years already. To remember there was a time before and what that was like.
Remember, folks. Remember those who were lost. Remember those who survived. The families, the heroes. Remember the lessons. Remember that few don’t define the many. And remember that when some are at their worst there are so many of us who will be at their very best.
Be safe, y’all.