A civilization lost in translation? One whose stories had to be told by others? Those are factors, but the bigger piece, the Saint Louis Art Museum’s Nubia exhibit confirms, is that Westerners were blinded by their own assumptions.
Prof. Rebecca Copeland, in her home with her collection of kimonos (Credit Joe Angeles/Washington University)
I so enjoyed Dr. Rebecca Copeland’s mystery, The Kimono Tattoo, that I wanted to solve the next mystery. Not the sequel (though she is writing one) but…
Westminster champion Wasabi. (Photo by Jack Grassa courtesy of WKC.jpg)
Ah, Westminster! Where else can a trapezoidal head, or an egg-shaped one, be a mark of honor?
Dogs are my favorite sport, and dog shows one of its spectacles. I watch rapt, drinking in the elegant curve of…
Why is it so hard for us to give every living thing what it needs in abundance?
Sacrament is supposed to stay simple. Its rituals use natural, everyday elements—bread, wine, oil, water—to express pure forgiveness, a lifelong bond, an unbreakable unity.But politics can break anything.
"The Spirit Machine" is a new art installation, commissioned in Montessori’s honor and sited at Radboud University in The Netherlands, inside a new building named for her. It is based, not in a child’s creative intelligence, but in AI.
These days, we relegate all the fun to the future, promising ourselves that when we can finally retire, we will play more, see our friends more, take our time, travel. Yet many of us are fast realizing that we may die before we get to retire.
The feathers, casually discarded, are not what troubles my conscience. But the quick and easy exploitation, grabbing a pretty thing for my own use, feels like a single instance in a long pattern—and it is one I know will continue.
The most powerful variable here is fear. The woman in Mankato may have been high on a substance that can cause erratic and violent behavior, but she seemed happy and absorbed in her own pleasure, and one look told the officers they did not have to worry about a concealed weapon.
Lear is too big to be contained—but so are greed, power, and despair. This production is not a cheesy attempt to “make relevant” by dreaming up cool costumes and picking a fun place and time.
A new name or new spelling, new avatar, new sexual orientation, new status, filtered photo—the self is a work in process. The most we did was try on crazy outfits, sweating in tiny dressing rooms and tossing stuff over the walls to each other. These kids try on whole identities.
Are we at the mercy of our machines, then? This is the crux, the reason I could not swat away this buzzing frustration. It feels helpless in a way that is bigger than the issue at hand.