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From the Barn to the Litter-Robot: Seven Things Nobody Tells You About Cats Anymore

When I was a boy in Lincoln, the contract with a cat was short enough to fit on a matchbook. You fed it in the morning and again at dusk, you cracked the back door, and you let the animal go be an animal. If it came back for breakfast, you had a cat. If it did not, you had a story about a cat. Nobody took its temperature. Nobody weighed it. The idea that a cat would sit on a stainless table once a year while a doctor charted its molars would have gotten you laughed out of the feed store. A cat was livestock with opinions, and Nebraska treated it accordingly.

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The Ball of Violence: Joe Kenda and the Killer Inside All of Us

Joe Kenda says extreme violence lives in everyone’s DNA, waiting for emotion to overrule judgment. My friend is a great detective and a shaky geneticist, and the difference matters. Janna and I have known Lt. Joe Kenda the way friendships form now, across screens and wires, built from years of mutual attention. It began when he found this blog more than a decade ago and, in the phrase that gave an old post its title, stayed followed. He has sent us gifts. He is, in the way that counts, a generous man, courteous to strangers who admire his work and himself in a business that rewards performance. So when he stood at CrimeCon and told a room full of true-crime devotees that every person in it carried a ball of violence encoded in their genes, I listened closely. Then I did the thing you owe a friend whose mind you respect. I checked whether it was true.

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The Unstealable Education: Why the University Will Bury Its Undertakers

The undertakers are circulating again, and this time they have given the university five years to live. The argument runs like this: when a machine can answer any question in any field at any hour, why would anyone pay tuition, or sit four years for a credential a chatbot renders quaint? Close the campuses, the prophets say. Sell the quads for condominiums. The library is now a login. I have been hearing this prophecy, in one costume or another, for my entire working life, and the prophecy is older than the university itself. In the Phaedrus, written around 370 BC, Socrates warns that the new technology of writing will plant forgetfulness in the soul, because men who trust marks on papyrus will stop exercising memory and will carry the appearance of wisdom rather than the thing itself. He was describing the alphabet. He might as well have been describing a data center.

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Begging for My Mother: Find A Grave and the Strangers Who Collect Our Dead

This morning I signed into Find A Grave to update my mother’s memorial and discovered that I no longer manage her page. No email warned me. Nothing in my account records the change. Six family memorials, five of them sponsored with my own money in the weeks after my mother died, and my name has been stripped from every one. The site that once made me beg for custody of my own dead has taken that custody back, in silence, and left me to discover the loss the way you discover a missing wallet: by reaching for something that should be there.

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The Voice Goes Off: Writing My Half of Back to Willowbrook

On the first day of my classes at New York University, the voice goes off. I stand at the front of the room and I do not speak, and no one else will speak for the rest of the semester, because the language my students have come to learn does not live in the throat. It lives in the hands and the face and the shaped space between two people, and the fastest way to teach that is to stop pretending otherwise on day one.

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Voting for the Cage: How Fundamentalism Married Politics, Made Dissent a Sin, and Persuaded Citizens to Surrender Their Own Freedom

Democracy does not always die with soldiers at the doors of parliament. Sometimes it reports for duty on election day. The polls open on schedule. Ballots are counted honestly. The winner raises a sacred book, invokes an ancestral civilization, promises to protect the family, and begins deciding which families count. No voter writes “oppress me” on a ballot. The authoritarian vote is written in the future tense and addressed to somebody else. Silence them. Remove her choice. Keep him out. Close their school. Ban their book. Cancel their citizenship. Let the police decide which protest is patriotic, let the government determine which religion is authentic, which body is legitimate, which marriage is real, which history may be taught, and which citizen must forever prove a loyalty the majority receives at birth. People vote for a locked door because they are told they will keep the key.

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The Necessary Art: Taking the Title Back

Today I am publishing a book about a theft at the center of Western culture, one its victims were trained to take as a compliment:The Necessary Art: Aristotle’s Six Elements in the Clinic, the Courtroom, the Proof, the Blueprint, and the Republic. It runs 342 pages in paperback, it exists in a Kindle edition and a free reading edition you can download right now, and the audiobook will follow as soon as the voice is ready. Those are the facts of the launch. What follows is the case for why this book exists, because its central fact has stood in plain sight for two hundred and eighty years while the people it names were trained to take the theft as a compliment: the professions of the working world were robbed of a word, the robbery has a date and a paper trail, and the word can be taken back.

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