"Deep Down, I Don't Believe in Hymns," Dario Robleto (by permission of the artist)

Blankets, the Original Viral Media

How they uncover, communicate, and mediate life and death.

by Kara Thompson

Blankets cover things, like cold passengers during a long flight, or dead bodies after a tragedy. A blanket always acquires a life other than itself. We may take the blanket for granted as an object — quiet and inert. But when it becomes soiled — whether with food, bodily fluids, or perhaps even a virus — it takes on a kind of vitality. Yet the blanket presented as life-giving can in fact be deadly, too.

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Kryptonite Twizzlers

Kryptonite is Crap

The weird, dumb history of Superman's ill-conceived vulnerability

by Paul Fairchild

Today, “kryptonite” mostly works entirely absent Superman’s hero cape. It’s a term denoting a moral weakness, a character flaw. The idea being that humans are powerless in the face of this or that vice or guilty pleasure. Who cares why? It just sounds cool when people describe their shortcomings this way, confiscating Superman’s assumed virtue for themselves: “cigarettes are my kryptonite.” This kryptonite is metaphorical, a weaker, abstracted copy of a space rock that serves as a totem. But it makes more sense as a metaphor than as an object that’s just a cheap, flimsy deus ex machina.

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CHO Cells

Enbrel and the Autoimmune Era

How a banner biotech drug made in Chinese hamster ovary cells is changing disease even as it treats it.

by Anne Pollock

Enbrel is a lifestyle drug that promises to enhance life’s quality by reducing the impact of arthritis and related conditions. And yet, it can render the body vulnerable to forms of disease that were never really left behind: infections like consumption, degenerations like cancer. The apotheosis of contemporary biotechnical achievement creates a strange loop to the past. Even as we coax hamster ovary cells to emanate life-affirming resilience, we also summon old demons that might otherwise remain shrouded in the shadows.

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Domino's Pizza

Domino’s, The Pizza That Never Sleeps

The imagined community of mediocre delivery pizza

by Leigh Alexander

Memories of the Domino’s of my childhood are dim: red-and-blue sense memories of cardboard box, cardboard flavor. Industrial food for school parties, the stuff harried parents fed to you at a weekend sleepover. There was also the Noid, a creepy and ill-thought mascot now relegated to the museum of puzzling relics for adult children of a certain age, the kind of thing that gets referenced on Family Guy. A simulation of pizza.

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