Tech Meets Soul
CAPSTONE 02 sends two spacecraft to lunar orbit in 2027 to learn a skill astronauts will need: finding each other across empty space and closing the gap. The station that orbit was built for is shelved. The navigation work outlived it, and infrastructure, given enough time, always becomes culture.
Jamir Jumoke has spent years working where hope meets survival. In this conversation, he reflects on patchwork, humility, trauma, community, and why “respect the process and trust your progress” became a philosophy for rebuilding a life.
Mötley Crüe won its arbitration against Mick Mars using a clause Mars himself demanded in 2008: stop touring, stop collecting. The ruling closed one badly built contract. Colorado just signed a better one into law, and it arrives about forty years too late for him.
Ai Weiwei drew a 1,200-year-old oak days after the RSPB declared it dead. Ian McDonald spent decades insisting the Caribbean was its own literary universe. A New York duo announced a debut LP. Three unrelated stories, one shared idea: legacy runs on specificity, and it works best small.
Eliza Douglas pulled a decade of unsold canvases out of a gallery heading for bankruptcy, painted over them, and hung the results at Gagosian. The rest of us hand our 2 a.m. thoughts to chatbots that file them in someone else's inventory. Only one of us gets a second draft.
Bill Oddie died on July 25, aged 85. Kate Humble said the natural world let him quieten his mind. The research behind that runs thinner than the idea it supports, though his two careers sketch a specification for the kind of place a working mind needs, and for how easily it can be taken away.
CipherX can now deliver a permanent tattoo through an adhesive patch — no needle, no chair, no artist talking you out of the dragon. The pain was never the decoration, though. It was the receipt. And nobody has said what replaces it.
UBTech's new companion robot wears silicone skin, blinks on cue, and can speak in a dead loved one's voice. 13,000 orders arrived before most of us finished coffee. A field report from the uncanny valley of the heart, guided by the surrealists, who understood love was always partly invented.
A designer turned a living slime mold into an encryption engine that dies if you stop feeding it. Bruiser digs into Stephanie Rentschler's SlimeMoldCrypt, then aims the same hard look at a music industry that forgot chaos is where the songs live.
Hasbro built a Play-Doh flower that cannot die, and a sealed Charizard now outperforms a retirement account. Kidulting and the collectibles boom are the same negotiation: adults buying small pockets of legible reality in a present that keeps deprecating them.
Ford spent three years and billions learning what its quality consisted of, and one key ingredient turned out to be human: gray beard engineers who hear rattles no sensor can name. Biscuit on craft, taste, and the wisdom nobody ever wrote down.
A 1998 cartridge camera, four shades of gray, and thousands of strangers who refuse to let it die. The Game Boy Camera keeps finding new outlets to plug into, and every mod builds a bridge between generations. Community, expressed in solder.
Prosecutors now pull ChatGPT histories into open court, treating private conversations with machines as testimony. What photography's slow, century-long path to legal trust reveals about the newest witness in the room, and the price of a recordable mind.
When Bezos went to space in a cowboy hat, someone had to laugh. Space Junk magazine (256 pages, Bottega Veneta ad) is making the case that the cosmos belongs to everyone. Even the people who can’t afford a SpaceX hoodie.
We handed the shared meal to a screen, then mourned it in a thousand essays. Now a French artist has dragged a hand-painted dining installation into a Berlin club and dared strangers to look up and eat together. A wry essay on whether beauty can still gather us back into one room.