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Poetics of the Data/Body: Intimating Data Visualization After the Post-Internet Turn

When I was a kid, “internet” was still written with a capital “I,” the Internet, like a first-person pronoun, a discrete selfhood. And I was on it. Before Lev Manovich situated algorithms as organized expressions of culture, a kind of spell for transmuting reality...
Mixed media drawing combining graphite, pen, brownish-red ink, and brush in pink on dark tan wove paper of a young woman sitting in a chair looking away from a window.

Of Lights

Hours before the New Year, a blackout fell upon the neighborhood. Electricity outages, of course, are expected in Karachi. With the ongoing gas shortage, electricity was even more coveted. If “the light” went, so would the electric stovetop, the fan, the air...

Nothing Ever Happens and I’m Not Allowed to Tell

All the men in my life have problems that seem easy to fix, but none of them ever seem to fix them. I find it hard to empathize —at times. “I wish we only had to see each other once a week,” Paul says. He’s complaining about his girlfriend. “Three times a week is...

The Most Alive Dead Band of All

Eight years after their first tour in 2015, Dead & Company are calling it quits this summer. Their final shows are scheduled for July 14, 15, and 16 at San Francisco’s Oracle Park. The John Mayer–fronted reunion act, which includes all surviving permanent members,...
“Polyphonic Architecture,” by Paul Klee, 1930. Open access image from Raw Pixell.

More Than Just Words and Numbers

The snails were in different places. I knelt on Mrs. V.’s living room couch watching the tetras school around blue-finned guppies and yellow mollies in the fish tank. I frowned—there were more snails today. I tried to look through the fish tank to next Tuesday, but...

Writing The Distance

Originally an act of defiance, I began riding bikes religiously in fall 2012, when I enrolled in courses at Mission, Pierce, and Valley College so I wouldn’t have to commute by bus. I was (and still am) undocumented, and President Obama’s executive order, Deferred...

The Summer I Bit Myself to the Bone

On my knees in front of him, I try to picture him as an altar. I don’t pray, and I also don’t particularly believe in god, so the image shifts—more than I would like it to. Eventually, everything settles into one thought, one feeling, one penetrating pinprick...

Nothing to Worry About

​“I’ll go and tend to the roses!” Gerald hitched up the rusty wheelbarrow and pushed it along the wooden path. He was headed for the bushes opposite the huge pit that evoked the shape of a pond. Swerving from side to side, he was careful not to step too heavy on any...