As Blue Jobs we had to walk behind the sweep line, probably because we would have been a liability had there been a scene. We hadn't quite reached the camp area when we heard the sound of Ray's chopper.

Cakeism has run riot — vast, incoherent ambitions detached from political, economic and business realities.

For our final look at metaprogramming, we templatize matrix multiplication.

The rabbi under the silk wedding canopy, held up by split triangular poles of quartered eucalyptus exuding an aromatic sap, is ill at ease but ready for business. He’s a middle-aged Litvak, a stocky man in mud-spotted trousers that drip over dried muddy heels.