Men read horrific tweets to women sports journalists. You are required to stay with it past the 45-second mark.
After frequenting a local haunt where nobody knows his name, a Chicago writer makes new friends, rips on Richard Marx online, and then suddenly lands a real live celebrity musician at their door.
We asked Paul to choose his favorite articles published on TMN in 2012. We had a pretty good year, we like to think: Many stories we loved, many reprints and nods...
All your precious data, everything you’ve created and every memory you’ve captured and stored, is etched on a hard disk somewhere on Earth. Back it up all you want—it won’t matter if the planet goes. The search for storage beyond the cloud.
In this edition of the TMN Weekender, stories exploring the Middle East and Islam...from perhaps a more nuanced point of view than has been expressed this week. Ready to...
Our correspondent forecasts the week ahead for five volunteers and discovers an eerie rate of success. Secrets, tips, and truths revealed about how to predict the future.
Twitter is the contemporary postcard—social updates that are limited by size, but not imagination. For a month, with a billion stamps, our correspondent moved his tweets from the laptop to the post office, and rediscovered the joy of mail.
Maybe death preceded the technology. Maybe they would deliver profundity in 140 characters. Maybe it’s David Foster Wallace. We tell who’d they follow into the afterlife.
Every form of communication deserves an etiquette manual, if only so we can treat our fellows better, even in 140-character bites.