***There was a weird glitch in the original distribution. Apologies.***
Mayonnaise is disgusting, and science agrees (PopSci)
New Ways To Delineate Seasons (Hairpin)
vaguely related: How Your Body Keeps Time (The Cut)
Promethea Unbound (Atavist)
[This is quite long but fascinating]
The loneliness of Elizabeth Bishop (The Nation)
America is facing an epistemic crisis (Vox)
[I've made a conscious effort over the last 4+ years of this newsletter never to include political links. That said, I think this is an interesting enough read to warrant inclusion. If you hate politics, you can instead read about this fascinating artificial womb. -k ]
The Unbeliever - Poem by Elizabeth Bishop
He sleeps on the top of a mast. - Bunyan
He sleeps on the top of a mast
with his eyes fast closed.
The sails fall away below him
like the sheets of his bed,
leaving out in the air of the night the sleeper's head.
Asleep he was transported there,
asleep he curled
in a gilded ball on the mast's top,
or climbed inside
a gilded bird, or blindly seated himself astride.
"I am founded on marble pillars,"
said a cloud. "I never move.
See the pillars there in the sea?"
Secure in introspection
he peers at the watery pillars of his reflection.
A gull had wings under his
and remarked that the air
was "like marble." He said: "Up here
I tower through the sky
for the marble wings on my tower-top fly."
But he sleeps on the top of his mast
with his eyes closed tight.
The gull inquired into his dream,
which was, "I must not fall.
The spangled sea below wants me to fall.
It is hard as diamonds; it wants to destroy us all."