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But I was perplexed. Marcel Duchamp didn’t order a thing to eat at the café. I assumed it was because he was dead, requiring nothing in the way of sustenance from this earthly realm. But the man behind the cracked glass of the restaurant, the same Marcel Duchamp I knew from...

Tonight, Marcos “El Chino” Maidana (35-3) will fight Floyd “Money” Mayweather Jr. (45-0) to unify the WBC and WBA Welterweight titles. The event promises drama given Maidana’s December 2013 victory over Mayweather’s protégé Adrian Broner (27-1). Dedicated boxing fans are right to consider Mayweather’s redemption for “little brother” Broner...

Illustration by E. Benyaminson, from Hello, I’m Robot! by Stanislav Zigunenko, 1989. Via by Stephanie Boluk This series of short interventions were made at the “Futures of Electronic Literature” discussion at the bi-annual Electronic Literature Organization conference in 2012. Titled “Electrifying Literature: Affordances and Constraints,” the conference took place...

From Good Will Hunting, Miramax Films, 1997 From Jacobin: The idea is to divide society into two groups. One group is sometimes called the “plutonomy” (a term used by Citibank when they were advising their investors on where to invest their funds), the top sector of wealth, globally but concentrated mostly...

OK, I've been outed as a noise nut and it's true. I am crazed by noise. I have to put my fingers in my ears when I'm on the street and a lorry passes, my whole insides turn liquid when the recycling bin men come by and tip boxes...

Amazon warehouse in Madrid, Spain. Photograph by Álvaro Ibáñez From N+1: In The Everything Store: Jeff Bezos and the Age of Amazon, author Brad Stone claims that although Amazon founder Jeff Bezos ultimately supported the book, “he judged that it was ‘too early’ for a reflective look at Amazon.”...

We two were sitting together on the wintry Campagna grass; the rest of the party, with their proud, tiresome horses, had disappeared beyond the pale green undulations; their carriage had stayed at that castellated bridge of the Anio. The great moist Roman sky, with its song of invisible larks,...

The first game was on his boat, or not so much a boat as a rusty, cozy dinghy harbored on the Sausalito Bay. This was the Fourth of July. I had met G-- a week before, at a dive piano bar called the Alley where I sang open mic...

Sketched on your wall, “Three women wearing the same pair of breasts” does time like a caveman artist relic. The various faces above the breasts bear yet withhold their statements.