Journalist/developer. Interactive editor @frontlinepbs. Builder of @HomicideWatch. Sinophile for fun. Past: @WBUR, @NPR, @NewsHour.
1386 stories
·
43 followers

Seven Years

8 Comments and 27 Shares
[hair in face] "SEVVVENNN YEEEARRRSSS"
Read the whole story
chrisamico
1 day ago
reply
Boston, MA
Share this story
Delete
7 public comments
rjstegbauer
21 hours ago
reply
Touching and beautiful! One of your best.
alt_text_bot
1 day ago
reply
[hair in face] "SEVVVENNN YEEEARRRSSS"
ameel
1 day ago
reply
<3
Melbourne, Australia
MaryEllenCG
1 day ago
reply
::sniffle::
Greater Bostonia
kyleniemeyer
1 day ago
reply
😭
Corvallis, OR
marcrichter
1 day ago
reply
Awesome. I'm speechless.
tbd
deezil
1 day ago
reply
OKAY I'M CRYING AT MY DESK NOW.
Louisville, Kentucky
sfrazer
1 day ago
God damnit, Randal.
deezil
1 day ago
For those that don't know the whole story: Approximately 7 years ago (imagine that) Randall posted this on the blog https://blog.xkcd.com/2010/11/05/submarines/ and made some vague references to tough times in the comics. On in to 2011, he posted this on the blog, and things seemed to be scary but hopeful. https://blog.xkcd.com/2011/06/30/family-illness/ . He's made mention several times about it over the years inside the comics, and I really believe that "Time" was made for some express purpose as to get his emotions out. But this update seriously is making a grown 32 year old man weep openly at his desk (thankfully I have a door that closes), as I always wondered how things were. Things look good, and this makes my heart happy.

California Wildfire Emissions

1 Share

California Wildfire Emissions
Smoke and carbon monoxide are among the mixture of emissions lofted into the air and carried offshore.

Read the whole story
chrisamico
2 days ago
reply
Boston, MA
Share this story
Delete

Fires Continue to Rage in Southern California

1 Share

Fires Continue to Rage in Southern California
Thick smoke from the blaze blanketed Santa Barbara.

Read the whole story
chrisamico
3 days ago
reply
Boston, MA
Share this story
Delete

Axes of Evil

1 Share

Dahlia Lithwick is not only one of the country’s best legal writers, she’s delightfully game to do something completely ridiculous now and then. I had just started at Slate during the 2013 retreat where Dahlia was undergoing this experiment. (No, I didn’t notice anything.) —Josh Keating

Probably if I had watched the commercials first, I would never have undertaken this whole stupid experiment. Axe commercials? Awful. They are the media equivalent of the fragrance itself. I mean, naked ladies covered in tiny congruent triangles assault bemused middle managers. These are commercials that could have been made by Russian porn stars from the mid-1960s, or backstage at a Victoria’s Secret fashion show, if angels really liked feathers in their strawberry milkshakes. Nor did I come to Axe men’s fragrance by sniffing the air at the U.S. Supreme Court—no one at the solicitor general’s office wears the fragrance. (Who says government can’t do anything right?)

Me, I discovered Axe the usual way, through my 13-year-old nephew, for whom the whole prospect of a lifetime of boom-chicka-wah-wah is perhaps still too much to contemplate.

My own boys, at 8 and 10, are too young for Axe, or for fragrance, or for wah-wahs of any variety—or so I shall insist to myself until they are about 40. But after a single day at the beach this past August, when they shared a bathroom with their big hockey-playing Axe-scented cousin-slash-hero, even the 8-year-old was smearing his small hairless self with the body wash, the deodorant, and in case he still couldn’t be smelled from the next pier over, the spray cologne. I decided to handle this olfactory terrorism like a mature adult: several days of merciless teasing. Dinners quickly became unbearable, with three Axe-drenched young people fogging up all tastes and smells until your pasta simply tasted like the painful ache at the back of your tongue that occurs when every boy in the house sees a daily Axe dip as part of his grooming. On it went until the final weekend at the beach, when I found myself trapped in the shower with only a bottle of three-in-one Axe™ product (shampoo, body wash, and conditioner). So I broke down and used it.

Sunshine. Harps. It was the most sublimely powerful fragrance experience of my adult life. Truly. After decades of smelling like a flower or a fruit, for the first time ever, I smelled like teen boy spirit. I smelled the way an adolescent male smells when he feels that everything good in the universe is about to be delivered to him, possibly by girls in angel wings. I had never smelled this entitled in my life. I loved it. I wanted more.

When I first told my husband that I was planning on wearing only Axe men’s products for an entire week, his answer was a foreshadowing of things to come: “You’re planning on wearing that stuff to bed every night for a week? Man. Axe really does work. It’s only been a few minutes and look, you’re already single again ... ”

I confess that it was hard to choose a fragrance. My 13-year-old nephew advised me to steer clear of the “nasty grossness”–scented products. All of the Axe scents, to the extent that they differ, seem to be mostly named after manly activities like mining or soldering. Ultimately I opted for Cool Metal (see: mining and soldering) in the body wash, shampoo, and spray formulations.

What happens when a fortysomething women walks around smelling like a 13-year-old boy for a week? Mostly nothing. As it turns out, ours is a culture in which, as a general principle, people don’t really feel comfortable commenting on your scent, even when it is so powerful as to be causing climate change. So even if you apply Axe before a funeral—as I did—nobody is going to grab you by the arm and ask you to please leave. I wore a heavy coating of it to a dinner party one night. Eliciting no response, even when I started helpfully jamming my neck into the other guests’ noses, I did learn from several mothers that the Wall of Axe (a naturally occurring phenomenon in which eight or more teen boys reapply Axe after phys ed, then stand in the stairwell together) has become so bad at some local schools that it’s been banned altogether. Another guest described a perennial teen rite of passage—the agony of spraying Axe down your own pants for the first time.

Despairing of any kind of social response that wasn’t either threats of a formal legal separation from my husband or subtle nostalgia from mothers of former Axe users, I decided to trot out the stuff at the last night of Slate’s annual retreat in September. Having sprayed it liberally all over my body on the night of the big prom-like party, I watched my roommate—Slate’s Dear Prudie—actually flatten herself up against a hotel room wall and slide uneasily down the hallway in the manner of that poor cat being chased by Pepé Le Pew. Almost immediately upon my arrival at the festivities, I was accosted by three female Slate colleagues who spontaneously observed that I smelled completely amazing. I was briefly thrilled at the enthusiastic response, until I realized that I didn’t really want my someday teenaged sons to ever be quite that amazing-smelling to women in their 30s and 40s. One colleague said it brought her right back to whatever it is that happened in the back of a truck when she was herself 14. The silence was slightly less awkward than after the pants-spraying story the week before.

And even the unfailingly gracious John Dickerson—who has chronicled his own Axe-related demons—simply refused to confront me with how bad I smelled, even when I so aggressively violated his personal space that I could have been repurposed as an HR training film. Truth be told, it was Slate’s own Gentleman Scholar, Troy Patterson, who tactfully advised me to go back upstairs and apply a good deal more “scent”—his word—if I really wanted to get someone to react. And so I reapplied three times, the way a junior on the rugby team might. And then, we danced. I smelt it, I dealt it. And it was good.

The truth is, my experiment in smelling like an adolescent male for a week had only two really profound consequences. One, I really did grow to love the fragrance. And no. I don’t want to talk about it. But two, and distinctly more important, both my kids were so embarrassed that they stopped using it within days of my initiating the experiment. Smell you later, Axe. It turns out that there is some Freudian window in which smelling like your mom is so beyond contemplation that they wordlessly gave it up altogether. Indeed, they have both moved quite deliberately backward to the Suave Baby Shampoo, which is precisely where I would like them to stay, at least for a while. And thus, drenched in the smell of rusting metal, we all take two steps away from the Axe years, the entitled years, the boom-chicka-wah-wah years, that are bearing down upon us too quickly.



Read the whole story
chrisamico
5 days ago
reply
Boston, MA
Share this story
Delete

Earth Matters Blog - Why the SoCal Fires are So Fierce

1 Share
With thousands of homes threatened by intense wildfires burning in southern California, we checked in with NASA Propulsion Laboratory scientist Natasha Stavros to learn more about the destructive blazes.
Read the whole story
chrisamico
7 days ago
reply
Boston, MA
Share this story
Delete

Smoke Over Southern California

1 Share

Smoke Over Southern California
One of NASA’s research pilots and an astronaut took these photographs.

Read the whole story
chrisamico
7 days ago
reply
Boston, MA
Share this story
Delete
Next Page of Stories