newyorker.com / .newyorker-com-posts / Page 2

My hair is parted to the side--it looks so nerdy parted in the middle! I know I'm still dating myself, but what do I care? At least the person I'm dating thinks I look hot.

Fish in a caterpillar roll: three letters.

Universities are accustomed to acquiescing to the government, but Trump made Harvard an offer it couldn't not refuse.

From the daily newsletter: Harvard versus the White House; and Trump eyes a minerals deal with the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

A legal scholar argues that the judiciary's "passive-aggressive approach" to the Trump Administration is doomed to fail.

"Brace yourself--here come the C.P.A.s!"

As I.R.S. employees toil through tax season, their agency is being dismantled by the government it powers.

The Democratic Republic of the Congo has some of the largest deposits on Earth. Its President wants to sell them--and win a war.

Dot on an "i" or a "j": six letters.

The more you explore your own past, the more you find there.