Culture

Just in time for the holidays, a frosty cautionary tale.

Since when is technological advancement a prerequisite for artistic seriousness?

In tribute to a visionary artist, strobing, massing, fluorescent patterns of technological imagery that have something of the spiritual about them as well.

A visual cut-up poem and a paean to the technological imagery of the urban night.

Don't say, "too bad it's not an iPhone app." I mean, it's free! It's fun! It's on the World Wide Web! News of the death of which has been greatly exaggerated.

From Steve Martin to the shield of Achilles, considering the relationship of image and text in a networked age.

The obligatory holiday post scares up some hair-raising ways to roast a bird.

"We were forcing acoustic guitars through a cassette player, and what came out the other end was electric as hell."

From London's district for poor writers, a maker of highly specialized tools comes calling.

Two very different sets of assumptions about what books are and what reading them in a networked age should be like.