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Jurgen Habermas, it could be said, was someone who outlived many of his ideas, not unlike Claude Levi-Strauss. Both lived exceptionally long lives. Both enjoyed intellectual celebrity. Both witnessed the impact of their theories beyond the narrow scope of their respective fields. Both produced a body of work that was built to last, with care and rigor and coherence, over the course of decades. Both inspired intellectual movements, schools of thought that brandished labels lik

Había un yanqui que estudiaba con nosotros, bien raro, y no solo por el acento. En el curso de ingreso se sentaba bien adelante, primera fila. Eso ya me caía mal, como que pensaba que era mejor que nosotros o algo así. Tomaba apuntes como un loco. Escribía, escribía, daba vuelta a la página y seguía, medio histriónico todo. No decía nada, pero llamaba la atención igual, con todo lo de los apuntes, como si hiciera un montón de ruido, pero en silencio. Bien callado, el barullo

Once I drove a car with no brakes. It was a very scary experience for five years. It didn’t end badly but the screeches still keep me up at night, hands trembling on the steering wheel. I still feel the sting even in my sleep, that one tenacious dream of impact, a sound, blinding, and then the road rash, broken glass embedded in the weeds, so unruly and unwilling to follow rules, at the shoulder’s end, the hem, the vestibule, an antechamber to waking. Source: The Boy with One

A couple sits in the waiting room of the civil registry. Estranged, they barely speak. In fact, neither of them would even be there if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. They have come to put the last nail in the coffin. They have come to sign the divorce papers. In the corner of the room, there is a television mounted to the wall. The news is on. The reporter is covering the story of the fall from grace of a political activist. Handcuffed, head low, she walks, accompanied by a