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"Instead of parts / of a world, I carry worlds within this world."

Funny drawings from this week's magazine.

Jalapeño and Cheddar: This is not a bagel. This is what you order to signal to the guy at the counter that you need him to call a cop.

People who love Phish do so with a quasi-religious devotion. People who dislike Phish do so with an equal fervor.

The Luddites lost the fight to save their livelihoods. As the threat of artificial intelligence looms, can we do any better?

Fresh New York stagings of "The Threepenny Opera" and "Love Life" show off the composer's daring and range.

The underground-comic artist visits the Whitney with his biographer, Dan Nadel, and considers some old friends: his own psychedelic skulls, placemat sketches, and muscly women.

Why are incarcerated people dying from lack of food or water, even as private companies are paid millions for their care?

Colleges around the country, in the face of legal and political backlash to their diversity programs, are pivoting to an alternative framework known as pluralism, Emma Green reports.

Aimee Semple McPherson took to the radio to spread the Gospel, but her mysterious disappearance cast a shadow on her reputation.