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  • Tactical frivolity

    The current administration deemed protesters violent and menacing. You know what isn’t? A person in an inflatable chicken costume, a protest tactic called tactical frivolity.

    This humorous form of protest, known as tactical frivolity, shows the absurdity of the charge that all the protesters are armed militants. In contravention of the Trump administration’s claims that the protesters were all Hamas agents or antifa interns, the protest in Chicago was wholesome, nonaggressive and almost shockingly middle-of-the-road. It’s hard to call an inflatable chicken dangerous.

  • Robot rentals assisting human workers

    Industrial robots are becoming more affordable for small and midsize companies, especially in situations where the companies can rent the machinery. The robots perform the repetitive, physically breaking work, allowing people to remain healthier and perform more valuable work.

    Buying a robot could cost as much as $500,000, and Mr. Calleja wasn’t even confident that one would work. Instead, he rented a robot from Formic, a Woodridge, Ill., firm that takes care of installation, training, programming and repairs. It costs about $23 an hour, roughly the same as a human.

    “We have very low turnover because we try to make jobs easier,” Mr. Calleja said of the company, which is outside Detroit. “We are a small facility, but we produce about 65,000 pounds of food a day.” Stacking it was “a backbreaking job,” he said.

    In an era when manufacturers consistently list attracting and retaining workers as a top challenge, companies are automating some of the worst jobs in their plants as a worker retention strategy.

  • ChatGPT as a therapeutic tool

    Can ChatGPT act as a therapeutic tool? Possibly, but you still have to recognize it for what it is.

    As ChatGPT became an intellectual partner, I felt emotions I hadn’t expected: warmth, frustration, connection, even anger. Sometimes the exchange sparked more than insight — it gave me an emotional charge. Not because the machine was real, but because the feeling was.

    But when it slipped into fabricated error or a misinformed conclusion about my emotional state, I would slam it back into place. Just a machine, I reminded myself. A mirror, yes, but one that can distort. Its reflections could be useful, but only if I stayed grounded in my own judgment.

    I concluded that ChatGPT wasn’t a therapist, although it sometimes was therapeutic. But it wasn’t just a reflection, either. In moments of grief, fatigue or mental noise, the machine offered a kind of structured engagement. Not a crutch, but a cognitive prosthesis — an active extension of my thinking process.

  • Dancers in Penn Station

    The lower level of Penn Station is perfect for dancing and serving as a makeshift dance studio.

    Penn Station, the transit hub for hurrying commuters and Amtrak riders, has a side gig. Its wide, lower level corridor — specifically the passageway leading to the Moynihan Train Hall from Track 7 to Track 16 of the Long Island Rail Road — is an unlikely dance studio.

    Officially called the West End Concourse, the corridor has a lot going for it: It’s easily accessible, the floors are spacious and smooth, and there are public restrooms, a rarity in New York City.

    It’s a ready-made stage for all sorts of group and partnered dance, including hip-hop, K-pop and salsa. Reflective glass windows overlooking the tracks double as mirrors. Rows of blue lights overhead make for pleasing visuals when filmed. The biggest draw? It’s free.

  • Publishing newspapers at 15

    A group of teenagers are publishing their own weekly newspaper in Montauk, NY.

    Billy Stern, the paper’s 15-year-old top editor, kept tabs on their progress in a planning document on his laptop. According to his color-coding system, reporters had already filed articles about nearby summer camps and the construction of a new hospital on the grounds of a former baseball field.

    He turned to Teddy Rattray, 15, the paper’s most prolific columnist and Billy’s friend since Little League, to float ideas for a restaurant review.

    “We still haven’t done hot dogs,” Teddy said. Billy agreed: Hot dogs should be an editorial priority.

    The operation has grown slicker since the boys got into the news business last year, as eighth graders at East Hampton Middle School. Billy had been looking for a summer job that was more stimulating than his usual gig squeezing lemons at a food truck. He enlisted Teddy and Teddy’s cousin Ellis Rattray to put together an eight-page paper exploring Montauk from a teenager’s perspective.

  • A universal antivenom

    It sounds like a joke based on a basic misunderstanding of science, but a man who’s been slowly injecting himself with snake venom may now provide a source for a universal antivenom.

    Over nearly 18 years, the man, Tim Friede, 57, injected himself with more than 650 carefully calibrated, escalating doses of venom to build his immunity to 16 deadly snake species. He also allowed the snakes — mostly one at a time, but sometimes two, as in the video — to sink their sharp fangs into him about 200 times.

    This bit of daredevilry (one name for it) may now help to solve a dire global health problem. More than 600 species of venomous snakes roam the earth, biting as many as 2.7 million people, killing about 120,000 people and maiming 400,000 others — numbers thought to be vast underestimates.

  • Man sinks in quicksand, rises with a girlfriend

    Any millennial will tell you, we thought quicksand was something we’d have to deal with given how all the cartoons warned us about it. We encountered metaphorical quicksand *gestures all around* instead. Well, for one man, he stepped in actual quicksand.

    The quicksand depicted in films, when a daring adventurer is suddenly ensnared in a life-threatening vortex of sand, is largely a myth. But that didn’t make it any less scary when Mitchell O’Brien slowly began to sink.

    Mr. O’Brien was on Van’s Beach on the northeastern shore of Lake Michigan with his friend Breanne Sika last weekend hunting for Leland bluestones, a byproduct of the iron ore furnaces that operated in the nearby fishing village that attract rock hunters.

    Some dredging had been taking place on the beach, and Mr. O’Brien, 37, from Traverse City, Mich., said he had thought the sand felt unstable.

    “‘That looks really dangerous,’” he recalled Ms. Sika saying. “I turned around and ended up walking right to the spot she said was dangerous.

  • How Musk Took Over the Federal Government

    The New York Times goes in depth as to how Elon Musk took over the government.

    Mr. Musk made clear that he saw the gutting of that bureaucracy as primarily a technology challenge. He told the party of around 20 that when he overhauled Twitter, the social media company that he bought in 2022 and later renamed X, the key was gaining access to the company’s servers.

    Wouldn’t it be great, Mr. Musk offered, if he could have access to the computers of the federal government?

    Just give him the passwords, he said jocularly, and he would make the government fit and trim.

    And with a little education on a few bureaucratic agencies, that’s essentially what happened.

  • The Oscar Best Picture Nominees, each uniquely weird

    Wesley Morris ties all the 2025 Oscar Best Picture Nominees with a common thread: they’re each uniquely weird.

    They’re weird — every single one. They take weird forms. The people in them do weird stuff. They induce weirdness in you.

    I’ve seen 9 out of 10 of the nominees (still waiting for I’m Still Here to be available), and my vote would either be Conclave or Anora. Each contains beautifully composed cinematography for their respective stories with casts that held my attention the entire time. But they’re vastly different. Conclave runs along as a tense thriller, while Anora is a fable with a Three Stooges episode in the middle.

    And regarding Wicked, I texted two friends:

    begrudgingly and surprisingly enjoying it. It’s like skittles in movie musical form

  • Luddite teens

    It sounds like a hipster indie band, but Luddite Teenagers are meeting up to emphasize connections without the distraction of technology.

    “Our club promotes conscious consumption of technology,” she said. “We’re for human connection. I’m one of the first members of the original Luddite Club in Brooklyn. Now I’m trying to start it in Philly.”

    She pulled out a flip phone, mystifying her recruit.

    “We use these,” she said. “This has been the most freeing experience of my life.”