Don’t Fear the Fungus
DURING THE OPENING CREDITS of the hit HBO series The Last of Us, a river of slime mold wends its way through darkness, through bushy foliate jelly mushrooms, arboreal earth tongues, Continue reading
DURING THE OPENING CREDITS of the hit HBO series The Last of Us, a river of slime mold wends its way through darkness, through bushy foliate jelly mushrooms, arboreal earth tongues, Continue reading
WHEN I WAS A CHILD, God spoke to me. All the time. A continuous dialogue that was as casual and instinctive as breathing. I grew up the daughter of missionaries, former Continue reading
SOMEONE I LOVED ONCE TOLD ME that the pigeons were the best part of Yasujirō Ozu’s Late Spring. He pronounced it, in that gentle way of his, to be a perfect Continue reading
IN 1915, the vagabond poet Vachel Lindsay delivered a spectacularly wrong prophecy about the future of film. In his book The Art of the Moving Picture, Lindsay predicted that soon enough, Continue reading