A Sunday of Liberty
Two Lüshi After a Snowstorm
The Devil Take All the Imitators and Followers
Your Own Personal Jesus
This Land Is My Land
The Chair Repair Republic
Obiter Scripta, no. 152
The Ideology Sprinklers
Cultivate Our Temperament
Tomorrow Answers Everything
Lennonism
Obiter Scripta, no. 151
Yippee Cahiers!
A Revenue-Shaped Silhouette of a Person
The Mundane Comedy
Angry at Numbers
I See the Better and Approve It, But I Follow the Worse
To the Mind Through the Stomach
Sharing a Silent Look
Charm and Flavor
Repaying a Teacher Badly
The Gods Love a Screenshot
Whaddaya Reading? Whaddaya Got?
Detestable, Hearing Servants Moving About
The Fly On the Coach Wheel
Then What Stands In Our Way Now?
Like a Bird’s Chirp
The Brightness of a New Page Where Everything Yet Can Happen
Don’t Mistake the Finger for the Moon
Everything Human Is Alien to Him
We Made Ourselves a Pillar, We Just Used It As a Crutch
I’m Not Locked In Here With You; You’re Locked In Here With Me
Talkin’ ‘Bout Butterflies In My Head
Behold the Man
As Is Tradition
I Can’t Believe It’s Here Again
1986: The Christmas Mission
The Long, Foul Rant That Is Our Moment In History
Memento Mori (IV)
Obiter Scripta, no. 150
The Soft Hum of Suspicion
Word Tords
Praise You Like I Should
Bartleby the Scribbler
Evergreen Findings
You Say You’re Gonna Leave Me, You Know It’s a Lie
Batboy Marries AI!
But If You Go Copying Pictures of Chairman Mao
Lookin’ Like a King With a Hoodie On
There We Were Then; Explain Us
The Prodigal Son of Christianity
The Codex Files
In a Maggoty World
Obiter Scripta, no. 149
Borrowing and Lending
If the Only Tool You Have Is a Media-Studies Degree…
Heaven on Earth
Du Wirst im Shitstorm Untergehen
Higher Cred
Our Own Prisons
An Illusion of Unity
Cogitare Aude
Bros Compose
Pulp Miction
‘Cause I’m TRT, I’m Dynamite! TRT, and I’ll Win the Fight!
Government Cheese and Government Gyms
I Blew Up the Church, But I Did Not Break the China
The Alibi Tail
Bad Tattitude
Water, Water Everywhere, and Not a Drop to Drink?
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Waking the Dead
Conversations Aren’t Contests
Assuage Against the Machine
Verily, Verily, I Say Unto Thee (21)
We See Things They’ll Never See; You and I Are Gonna Live Forever
Distinct Observations
I Am All That Is Man
Livin’ La Vida Contemplativa
The Fool Hath Said In His Tweet
Here the Ways of Men Divide
Obiter Scripta, no. 148
Autotelic
Intellectual Kindling
The Best of Times, the Worst of Timelines
What If They Gave a War But We Didn’t Notice?
Uneasy Lies the Head That Wears the Crown
The Descent of Manners
Etiquette Calisthenics
Halloween
Night Was Always Coming
All Is Overturned
Witches
Scarecrows
Memento Mori (III)
Deep Earth Brings Forth Rebirth
Tragic Liberalism
Weekend at Bertie’s
Obiter Scripta, no. 147
Newsless and Nameless
Gentlemen, This Is Democracy Manifest
The Laughter of Silenus
Which a Feeble Body Cannot Sustain
Beyond the Dust
Long Distance
An Eighteenth-Century Traveler Logs On
Mihi Ipsi Scripsi (In the Age of ‘Doing Numbers’)
On the Urology of Style
An Emptying
The Philosopher of Sensual Pleasure
Engagé and Enragé
A Correspondence Course
Still a Loner, Still a Monster, Still a Lone Battleground
Generals Fighting the Last War
A Man of Lower-Case Letters
Obiter Scripta, no. 146
Bloody Shirt Campaign
The Trouble With Being Supercilious
In Search of Lost Nuance
A Kind of Astrology
How to Liberate People Who Didn’t Ask
Would You Not Throw Yourself Down and Gnash Your Teeth and Curse the Demon Who Spoke Thus?
A Valid Tribute to Thought Such as Nietzsche’s
Elegy for the Mall
When a Strange AI Calls
Oral Sects
Pasture On Little Joys