Atlanta’s quietest season, at least by digital standards, is easily its best.

Eight things Everything Everywhere All At Once does better than the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

On the curious dilemma of being an African creative.

On gathering books and never quite reading them.

There are two different ways to build and run a basketball team. Both were on display during last night’s playoff games.

It’s the NBA playoffs, and it’s finally — finally — Karl Anthony Towns’ breakout party.

Real-time reactions to every last jam on Vince Staples’ Ramona Park Broke My Heart.

Sana Ginwalla casts quite the spell, with a lyric essay about falling in and out of love with the Mother City.

A slate of new shows about controversial tech founders says less about them than about, well, us.

Baseball’s back! — but the vibes taste a little different this year …

Bazzers and I discuss all the glass between time zones, and what shimmers behind it.

Musings on Red Rocket, Clouds of Sils Maria, The Lost Daughter, and Bergman Island.

On the beautiful camaraderie of living and dying for the New York Knicks.

On #NationalRoastDay, Wendy’s dishes out insults and (yet) wins.

“All you have to do is win.” — David Bowie.

Absolument fantastique!

Who needs a soul, really, when you can have Succession?

With the special delivery that is my first ever Wrapped, and yours too?, Spotify finally breaks the ice.

Boston, I love you.

The ‘Halo’ franchise, under the stewardship of 343 Industries, finally stops to just smell some flowers.