The Fight of the Century

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Dallas defines the modern American city, i.e., an Instagram backdrop that repeats itself across physical space without losing its distinctiveness.

Jake Paul is an Instagram story that repeats itself across time without losing its distinctive Jake Paul-ness.

So what about Mike Tyson?

With its bridge-length trusses and translucent façade, the three-million-square-foot dome of AT&T Stadium sits at the geographical heart of Dallas, a landscape of skyscrapers, shopping centers, convention halls, hotel districts, amusement centers, and ballparks that repeat across the city’s various hubs. The stadium hosts everything from Super Bowls to Taylor Swift concerts, from rodeos to World Cup matches. Recently it served as the backdrop for a highly anticipated event in the dying sport of boxing: Twenty-seven-year-old Jake Paul, a YouTuber turned professional fighter, taking on fifty-eight-year-old Mike Tyson, the former heavyweight champion of the world. Perhaps the simplest way to talk about Jake Paul, at least in the context of our current moment, is through his relationship to boxing. In 2018, he and his brother Logan, already millionaires many times over thanks to the popularity of their online content, were challenged to a fight by a pair of popular British YouTubers. …

Fugitives

The End of the Underground

Being on the lam today would suck, but I’m not going anywhere

From the Weather Underground to a Senior Assisted Living Facility

You’re never too old to be a fugitive from yourself

By Jonah Raskin

In January of 1969, the Yippies, a.k.a. The Youth International Party, called for an “Inhoguration” in Washington, DC, to protest Richard Nixon’s victory at the polls. In those days, cops were “pigs” and politicians were “hogs.” This Yippie Inhoguration was meant to be a reverse inauguration: Unseat King Richard from the throne. Today the posters for that event sell for $298. They’re a reminder of a time when Yippies, Zippies, Weathermen, feminists, and Black Panthers “let it all hang out” — to borrow the parlance of that time. Suffice it to say that being on the lam back then was far less arduous than it is today. There was an element of mischief and naughtiness to the game of playing hide-and-seek with the cops, even when the guns and bombs were real. Today, there’s nowhere to hide for anyone, not presidents, not corporate cats, and not mass murdering dictators like Syria’s Bashar al-Assad, who has so far found sanctuary in Russia. Trump was lucky to escape two attempts on his …

The Fight of the Century

The End of the Underground

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