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☆ Michael Stipe Is Writing His Next Act. Slowly.
▼ + stars: | 2023-12-03 | by ( Jon Mooallem | ) www.nytimes.com time to read: +3 min

entered its epoch of megasuccess, beginning with the explosion of “Losing My Religion” in 1991, Stipe had learned to manage his limitations. posted a video online in which Stipe read a stilted press release. When Rolling Stone asked if he planned to make a solo album, he answered, “It’s unfathomable to me right now.”“I just folded my hands and sat for a while,” Stipe told me. Around 2015, Stipe stepped in to produce a record that his friends in the band Fischerspooner were struggling to finish. In 2019, Stipe started sporadically releasing singles, four of them over the course of five years, all to benefit climate groups.

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☆ Their Final Wish? A Burial in Space.
▼ + stars: | 2023-11-07 | by ( Dina Litovsky | Jon Mooallem | ) www.nytimes.com time to read: +1 min

The Starship Enterprise — in addition to all its flashy, futuristic technology — was peaceful, too: an environment of sleek, clean lines. “It was very orderly and logical,” she says, “and I’m a total, total logical thinker — which can be a problem, sometimes, if you don’t have any gray. Mansfield understood that’s where adventures happened. She loves the water just as much, loves to water ski and swim. I think I’m afraid of the dark.” Sending your ashes and DNA into deep space involves a tremendous amount of darkness, too, Mansfield concedes.

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☆ A Royal Soldier Fainted in the Heat. It Holds a Lesson for All of Us.
▼ + stars: | 2023-07-12 | by ( Jon Mooallem | ) www.nytimes.com time to read: +2 min

On Mean Earth, all kinds of previously durable infrastructure can be undermined or undone. Consequently, the predicament of that trombonist in his woolen clothes feels increasingly familiar. All of us may find ourselves clinging to habits that, here on Mean Earth, are losing their usefulness and power. But imagine what it would feel like: the weight of the bearskin lifting, the heat beginning to vent freely from the dome of the head. It would still be hot — abominably hot — but at least you’d be standing unencumbered in this world, as it is.

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Inside them were oranges. Oranges, the fruit. Over the next three days, 8,000 people in Ivrea would throw 900 tons of oranges at one another, one orange at a time, while tens of thousands of other people watched. They would throw the oranges very hard, very viciously, often while screaming profanities at their targets or yowling like Braveheart. And on that day in February, three years of constrained energy was due to explode all at once.

☆ Three Years Into Covid, We Still Don’t Know How to Talk About It
▼ + stars: | 2023-02-22 | by ( Jon Mooallem | Photographs Ashley Gilbertson | ) www.nytimes.com time to read: +53 min

It will play out and reverberate for years or decades, Hagen told me. “The pathological normal,” Hagen calls it: a patchwork of homespun, bespoke realities, each one invested in a different story about what exactly happened when Covid ruptured the story of our lives. garb.”More than once, life seemed to be attaining “an uncanny resemblance to normal life,” as one man put it. But because we don’t totally understand where that experience has delivered us, we don’t know the right gloss to give it. “The days are strange,” one public-school teacher told Milstein toward the end of his first interview, in May 2020.

For years, in fact, Paula clownishly put all those larger cousins on notice, warning them that he’d one day beat them up. From the Bloomfield Tahi familyComing to the plate during the kickball game, Paula was chirping at an older cousin playing first base, who’d recently torn his A.C.L. From the Bloomfield Tahi familyPaula was a voraciously social teenager, a cannonball of comic, kinetic energy. From the Bloomfield Tahi familyTo lessen his boredom, the family treated Paula to a road trip to see a favorite uncle in California. He’d try to run off.”On Jan. 13, Paula Tupou Bloomfield Tahi was shot during an altercation with other teenagers near his school in West Valley City, Utah.

Since age 8, Paula played in a kind of Little League feeder program for Hunter High School in West Valley City. And so, ever since he was tiny, Paula wore Hunter High School Wolverines sweatshirts. From the Bloomfield Tahi familyPaula was a voraciously social teenager, a cannonball of comic, kinetic energy. From the Bloomfield Tahi familyTo lessen his boredom, the family treated Paula to a road trip to see a favorite uncle in California. He’d try to run off.”On Jan. 13, Paula Tupou Bloomfield Tahi was shot during an altercation with other teenagers near his school in West Valley City, Utah.

When Tioni Theus woke up, most mornings, the first thing she did was turn on music. Tioni’s most frequent social media posts were videos of herself singing along to music, smiling and mugging for the camera. But in recent years she had begun to gravitate toward gritty, emotional rappers and singers like Rod Wave, whose songs explore the painful underside of street life. (“Daddy gone and mama couldn’t save me/So hard times made me,” he raps on his song “Thug Life.”) Read MoreTioni, right, with her family. But as with many aspects of Tioni’s life, the stakes were higher than they should have been: Both investigators and some family members have suggested that she may have been a victim of human trafficking.

So on a Saturday night in February he stood in his Aunt Brandy’s doorway, rocking on his heels, telling her he was heading out. Sincere lived with his aunt in a second-floor apartment on the city’s South Side, in a neighborhood of small single-family homes and brick two-flats. “I didn’t do anything to anybody.”Every day, Sincere went on odysseys, roaming the surrounding blocks. He rang bells and knocked on doors, asking to do odd jobs. But he and Anyah grew up together on the same block, and Sincere sometimes spent the night there.

The biggest event of her life — her Sweet 16 — was due to start in a few hours. “I have anxiety and today ... i didn’t get as nervous maybe cause I’m not speaking to anyone but hands are a little shaky.”Angie documenting her Sweet 16 makeup artist’s skills. As Henriquez’s sole daughter, Angie was the family’s uncontested diva, its “only queen” — a girl who seemed to have left the Bronx all but physically. As her 16th birthday approached, she resisted the idea of a Sweet 16. Angie lighting her Sweet 16 candles with, from left, her brothers, Fidel and Angel, and her stepbrother, Cameron.

From across the aisle, DJ’s mother, Bre Francis, watched the two of them as they fidgeted with excitement. When she was a girl, airplanes were fantasies and family vacations meant road trips to Galveston or Louisiana. His mother, Bre Francis, is on the far right. That first morning, DJ woke Bre early, pleading with her to shovel the snow off the hot tub’s cover. The family watched as the Texas boys simmered in the bubbling jets.

She was 11, about his age, and both had little sisters who sold Girl Scout cookies and were adorable sprites who also drove them batty. They were at an age when little sisters could get in the way, no matter how cute they looked in a Girl Scout sash. Sadie could unload Girl Scout cookies as if she were giving away gold — she sold 1,400 boxes in 2022. And why was Sadie selling all those Girl Scout cookies? Their moms would bring them each to New York, along with their little sisters, in June.

And whenever any of these cousins gathered to play kickball — whenever the cousins gathered at all — the name-calling and smack talk flew lovingly in all directions. For years, in fact, Paula clownishly put all those larger cousins on notice, warning them that he’d one day beat them up. “Wait until I hit 18,” he’d say. From the Bloomfield Tahi familyPaula was a voraciously social teenager, a cannonball of comic, kinetic energy. From the Bloomfield Tahi familyTo lessen his boredom, the family treated Paula to a road trip to see a favorite uncle in California.

The little white kiosk where Juan Carlos Robles-Corona Jr. worked with his mother was barely large enough to fit three or four adults. Juan Carlos, whom relatives and close friends called Junior or J.R., pestered her for months before she gave him a part-time job there. He wanted to be like his mother’s boss: an entrepreneur who owned franchise stores in several cities. Junior with his father, Juan Carlos Robles-Corona, and his siblings Mia, Dylan and Aiden. On April 4, Juan Carlos Robles-Corona Jr. was shot on a street near his public school.

From the Bloomfield Tahi familyComing to the plate during the kickball game, Paula was chirping at an older cousin playing first base, who’d recently torn his A.C.L. From the Bloomfield Tahi familyPaula was a voraciously social teenager, a cannonball of comic, kinetic energy. He lived with his parents, six of his sisters, his grandma, his aunt and uncle and their six children. From the Bloomfield Tahi familyTo lessen his boredom, the family treated Paula to a road trip to see a favorite uncle in California. He’d try to run off.”On Jan. 13, Paula Tupou Bloomfield Tahi was shot during an altercation with other teenagers near his school in West Valley City, Utah.

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