Posts by Defector
"This is as brazen as it gets, and is an extremely ominous sign about that dark future where markets, prediction and otherwise, do not reflect reality so much as dictate it."
I wrote about being nine years out of college and watching a national title win at a bar. defector.com/you-cant-go-...
"If you could pick any of the Muppets to be your home baseball team's broadcast team, who would do play-by-play, color, and on-field?" FUNBAG. defector.com/i-wanna-be-a...
"We made one of the dumbest, most evil people this country has ever produced the President—twice!—and this is the consequence." defector.com/i-guess-were...
Barry's moon blogs have been so good, and this is the best of those. Really excellent stuff here: defector.com/artemis-moon...
I guess we're just waiting around to see if this demented psychopath kills everyone: defector.com/i-guess-were...
Mike Trout starts hitting, is rewarded with fastballs directed at his chin: defector.com/mike-trout-s...
Polymarket apologizes for taking bets on American pilots downed over Iran: defector.com/polymarket-a...
"The collective dimensions of health, such as herd immunity, are deemphasized, replaced by the idea of the individual body strengthened through diet and exercise."
The first product I see for sale is a trio of individually packaged strawberries that sell for $20 each. A small plaque next to the berries tells the curious peruser, "Our strawberries redefine sweetness and beauty. Each berry is cultivated to achieve perfect symmetry, brilliant color, and exceptional size." The berries confront you with their perfection. You gaze at the rubicund specimens and let yourself imagine indulging in the forbidden nectar. You imagine what it would be like to have both the material security and the freedom from embarrassment that would make you the sort of person who would buy a $20 strawberry. You think about the impossible logistics of producing the perfect strawberry in Japan and rushing it roughly 5,500 miles across the world's biggest and most powerful ocean—a process that places you, the would-be strawberry consumer, at the pointy end of the most decadent, most unfathomably specialized consumer experience currently possible under the extant limits of global human interconnectivity. You cannot smell the strawberries, unless you buy one.
"The first product I see for sale is a trio of individually packaged strawberries that sell for $20 each." defector.com/erewhon-is-n...