Don’t Teach Math, Coach It
by Jordan Ellenberg for the New York Times
"Lots of games are math. There are the classics you know about: chess, which builds the ability to follow a series of logical steps; Monopoly, which demands basic arithmetic and probabilistic reasoning; and Rubik’s Cube, which is fundamentally an exercise in geometry and group theory."
The Racism Beat
by Cord Jefferson for Medium
"Imagine an editor asking a writer to passionately articulate why a drunk driver hitting and killing a boy on a bicycle is wrong and sad. That would never happen, because a drunk driver killing a boy on a bike is a self-evident tragedy…When another unarmed black teenager is gunned down, there is something that hurts about having to put fingers to keyboard in an attempt to illuminate why another black life taken is a catastrophe."
The Scientific Problem That Must Be Experienced
by Philip Ball for Nautilus
"To fully articulate and understand turbulence we need to add the intuitive, contemplative perspective of art to the detailed analysis of science. There is a long-standing dialogue between art and science on this elusive problem. It is no coincidence the science of turbulence has often been forced to fall back on qualitative, descriptive accounts, while art that celebrates turbulence sometimes resembles a quasi-scientific gathering of data and idealization of form: a search for underlying patterns and regularities."
by Joshuah Bearman for The Atavist
Money is energy. A frictionless medium for amplifying your will.
A Short Story Written With Thought-to-Text Technology
by Jesse Eisenberg for The New Yorker
It was a Thursday, but it felt like a Monday to John. And John loved Mondays. He thrived at work. He dismissed the old cliché of dreading Monday mornings and refused to engage in water-cooler complaints about “the grind” and empty conversations that included the familiar parry “How was your weekend?” “Too short!”. Yes, John liked his work and was unashamed.
The Summer I Discovered Suburbia
by Ada Calhoun for The New York Times
Growing up on St. Marks Place in Manhattan’s East Village, I knew about suburban life only to the extent that it was documented in my favorite movie, “Grease.” So I had a vague idea of what drive-in movies were, but was otherwise at a total loss. “What’s a kiddie pool?” I chirped, like a particularly oblivious foreign-exchange student. “What’s a Blizzard?” “How do you score in football?” “What’s a drum major?” “What’s a Slip ’N Slide?” “How does a curling iron work?”