You’ve seen them at dusk, walking along the shore, seen them standing in doorways, leaning from windows, or straddling the slow moving edge of a shadow. Lovers of the in-between, they are neither here nor there, neither in nor out. Poor souls, they are driven to experience the impossible. Even at night, they lie in bed with one eye closed and the other open, hoping to catch the last second of consciousness and the first of sleep, to inhabit that no man’s land, that beautiful place, to behold as only a god might, the luminous conjunction of nothing and all.
Why It’s Too Soon for Mitt Romney to Endorse Marco Rubio He should wait until that endorsement would do the most good.
Flicker Off, Flicker On LED bulbs were once pricey and easy to ignore. They’re about to become the standard. And it will happen very, very quickly.
Apple Is Killing Some iPhones Repaired by Third Parties. But There’s Sort of a Good Reason.
Peyton Manning, You’re Our Only Hope How the NFL’s model citizen could end the NFL’s dumb war on drugs.