Topic: Internal Affairs

May 10, 2013

We're 18 months old and still toddling. But we're not trying to toddle forever, which is why we're launching The Classical Magazine. Get to know it.

April 17, 2013

An occasional feature on Google Alert-aided multi-dimensional time traveling, and the exploits of various people named Noah Davis, all of whom are not the Noah Davis who wrote this.

December 24, 2012

We're going to be in energy-save mode through the New Year. Then we'll come back.

December 5, 2012

It has been one year, give or take, since The Classical became a thing. We owe that year to you, and are hugely grateful for it. Now let's figure out what's next.

October 29, 2012

In anticipation of continuing to get worked over by Hurricane Sandy, and in the assumption that we're likely to be without power for at least some of Tuesday, we're going to power down until Wednesday, or whenever we're next able to power up. Be safe, all of youse.

August 24, 2012

In which an especially avant-garde spam comment about Justin Bieber, skateboarding, and (mostly) misused words inspires our spam poets to go above and beyond, into the realm of experimental diptychs and spoken word. It's weird.

July 18, 2012

Since the first emergence of the awful story surrounding Jerry Sandusky's sex abuse at Penn State, we've been pretty quiet on the story. That's not because it isn't outrageous, or because we're not outraged. It's because there is, by definition, not much to say about the unspeakable. And because it's noisy enough as it is without us.

July 9, 2012

Our latest installment of spam-inspired poetry deals with the problem of New York City's Penn Station, and offers a frankly unconvincing solution.

July 5, 2012

We're darkening and slowing things down until July 9, but not because we don't love our readers or anything. It's just... well, it's really muggy, and it seemed like a good time for a brief break.

June 29, 2012

Our most recent installment in the Spam Poetics series relates to material privilege and bikini operation. And, as ever, to the power of absolute nonsense.