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