At the dawn of 2014, we anticipate what will happen in our new year. This is what will happen.
We gathered writers and thinkers to consider everything that happened over the past 12 months and asked them: What were the most important events of 2013—and what were the least?
The top-selling spirit in Maine for more than two decades is a coffee-flavored brandy, something that could be straight out of early medicine texts. A search for the origins of a Maine staple, in the northern woods and waterfronts.
Inspired by folk tales, mythical beasts, and Portuguese azulejos, an artist paints her own version of natural history.
Going on a five-day cleanse—subsisting on a diet of shots, smoothies, very few actual foods, and no caffeine—leads to visions of apocalypse. From 2013, a quest to find the seven billionth child on Earth.
Readers of science reporting often find their heads spinning. Some of the science reporters do, too. A look at how the best of them make inexpertise an asset.
The world of the myope is often a nicer place—faces lack wrinkles, and trees seem to be painted by Monet. Then, during a visit to Moscow, a black spot appears.
Personal collections groomed over decades gather signs of Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, and other hidden animals—crumbs of a fuller truth preserved by citizen scientists. One such collection in Maine is open to the public.
Selections from the monumental but unknown Illustrations of the Nests and Eggs of Birds of Ohio, an amateur’s attempt to illustrate the nests and eggs omitted from John James Audubon’s Birds of America.
We gathered writers and thinkers to consider everything that happened over the past 12 months and asked them: What were the most important events of 2012—and what were the least?
For decades, the U.S. government banned medical studies of the effects of LSD. But for one longtime, elite researcher, the promise of mind-blowing revelations was just too tempting.
The next time jet lag ruins your day—exhausted, yawning, blurry-eyed, fiending for any means of correction—what if you were to stop looking for a cure inside purgatory and, instead, embrace the cloud?