Analog Nation

Doctors are basically the modern equivalent of shamans. They poke us, they prod us, they look inside us with weird, uncomfortable flashlights, and then they give us an incomprehensible ten minute monologue. For all their medical advancements and calculated science, the instant they open their mouths they might as well be talking about rooster entrails [...]

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Let’s say you’re a scientist. You wear a lab coat, you rock the clipboard, you nudge the bridge of your glasses to keep them from sliding down. You have been in the private sector. You have delivered results. And as you toil away in your fluorescent, dust-free environment, you have one goal: To accidentally doom [...]

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The Scots called it Dùnrath. It lay on the northern coast of the isle, keeping watch as the cold waves broke upon its shore. No one’s quite certain where the name came from, but it is thought to derive from an ancient stone fort nearby, called a “broch.” In 1437, invaders from Clan MacKay met [...]

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The last American car my family had was a Ford LTD station wagon. It was blinding white with blue vinyl interior, and displaced only slightly less tonnage than a Ticonderoga-class destroyer. When I was around 12, my dad sold it for $100 to a guy who lived across the street, where we watched it linger [...]

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Merry Christmas, all you hall-deckers out there.
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• On October 6, 1965, a new musical called The Moon And The Rose opened at the Longacre Theatre on 48th Street. The show received rave reviews, but closed the following afternoon after just one performance. Critics and audiences alike were stunned. No reason was given by the play’s producers, though it was widely rumored [...]

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