The Last of the Moche Wave Riders (GOOD)
Omar runs the Surf School Muchik with his brother in Huanchaco—a colorful beach town with a population of about 15,000 along northern Peru’s desert coast. Before the Incas came to dominance, this land was home to the Moche people from A.D. 100-800, then the Chimú until A.D. 1470. Huanchaco fishermen and surfers can trace their →
To Stop Mosquito Bites, Silence Your Skin’s Bacteria (Smithsonian)
Texas scientists tricked mosquitoes into skipping a blood meal by modifying the way bacteria talk to each other.///// Evening picnics in a park, sunset beers by a lake and warm nights with the windows open are just some of the delights of midsummer. But as dusk falls, one of the most infuriating creatures on the →
A countercultural history of walking: Alone We Stroll (Huck)
Is there anything radical about going for a walk? How about if you walked all the way across the world? Huck catches up with some modern-day flâneurs, who are strolling great distances away from the crowd. Take four bones: a femur, patella, tibia and fibula. Wrap in muscle, bind with tendons. Repeat. A pair of →
Oldest Sperm Is No Shrimp (Discover)
German biologist Renate Matzke-Karasz beamed at the virtual fossil slices on her iPad. “There are definitely internal structures →
Broken sleep (AEON)
People once woke up halfway through the night to think, write or make love. What have we lost →
Doctor Octopus Will See You Now (Discover)
Imagine flexible, robotic arms crawling through the organ-packed spaces of a patient’s body. The tools deftly navigate through →
Hallucinogenic nights (AEON)
Sleep paralysis has tormented me since childhood. But now it’s my portal to out-of-body travel and lucid dreams. Read →
Riding the Wind (Aeon)
Hot and bothersome or exhilarating and wild: winds blow through the mind as strongly as they blow through →
Neil Harbisson: The Catalan Cyborg Fighting for the Right to Have New Senses & the Right to Be Independent
When Neil Harbisson was growing up in Barcelona his parents and doctors thought that he was severely colour →
The Only Tourist in Transdniestr
The arrival of Andrei’s taxi in Transdniestr was registered in a small hut and its empty boot inspected by a gruff border official. Then we drove on further, to a slightly larger hut, to register our own arrival. We joined a queue to fill out the forms that allowed us to visit for a day →