TMN Contributing Writer Graham T. Beck has written for the New York Times, the Believer, the Daily Beast, and the Awl. He is a regular contributor to frieze and hard at work on a very funny book about the end of the world.
Warning: The great American wilderness is home to many hungry stomachs, including some that reside in animals weighing 600 pounds more than you. Also: They travel in groups.
Christmas is a time for family and friends and very weird songs that only get played once a year. Eleven holiday songs researched and fact-checked to explain their appeal, including the mystery behind endorphins solely released by Mariah Carey.
Predicting the weather is an incredibly complicated task—and stopping it altogether is even more difficult. But that doesn’t mean scientists aren’t trying. A story of obsession, cloud seeding, and very powerful storms.
For 50 years, a fire has been raging in mining tunnels beneath Centralia, Pa. With the town mostly evacuated long ago, what’s left? Mostly journalists and other outsiders looking in.
Don’t worry this Christmas if your grandfather shoots up the neighborhood—it’s all in keeping with 200 years of tradition that have been whitewashed by consumerism. How wild Christmas—night of carousing, gambling, and booze—became family-friendly.
Thanksgiving is an American holiday, but that doesn’t mean it’s not celebrated elsewhere. And each of those celebrations—in Liberia, in Leiden, in the South Pacific—give us fresh reasons to be grateful for our own messed-up version.
Once a relationship is past the point of repair, once her Go Bag is packed for leaving, some things are better set down on paper than spoken aloud.
Don’t be fooled by the hand-lettering trend in movie posters and book covers—cursive is dead. Who cares? A million angry commenters around the web who extol the virtues of loops and curls. But the traditional form has a history that’s less than precious.
Dear recent graduates: How you start an email reveals a lot more about your intentions than you know. Common e-greetings for etiquette voodoo.
From Schwarzkopf’s boots to traffic cones, the federal government’s official color palette—yes, it has one—controls much of what we see. An investigation into how America elects to paint itself.