Dinner, Movie, and a Dirty Sanchez

I met one guy on JDate—the Jew­ish match­mak­ing site that floods your in-box with sub­ject lines like “Here’s one to bring home to Bubbe!”—and the first time we had sex, he pulled out a ball gag from his night­stand and gin­ger­ly placed it next to me on the bed. Just in case we want it lat­er.

Programming is the new High School Diploma

The new “mid­dle tier” of the work­force looks some­thing like this: lit­er­ate, able to use math and write well, able to read a man­u­al and instruct com­put­ers to take var­i­ous actions depend­ing on var­i­ous con­di­tions.

The Composites

Images cre­at­ed using law enforce­ment com­pos­ite sketch soft­ware and descrip­tions of lit­er­ary char­ac­ters. All inter­est­ing sug­ges­tions con­sid­ered.

Object Cancers

We could call these object can­cers: bul­bous, odd­ly tex­tured, and oth­er dra­mat­i­cal­ly mis­shapen errors that only appear in 3D-reprint­ed objects. Chairs with tumors, mutant sil­ver­ware, mis­be­got­ten watches—as if the off­spring of indus­tri­al repro­ducibil­i­ty is a molten world of Dalí-like sur­re­al­ism.