Worshipping our dark (roast) Lord.  By Maia Zasler Illustration by Justin Chen Double, double toil and trouble, latte burn and mocha bubble. All hail coffee, our dark Lord !  Dearest Fellow Worshipper,  There is no escape from the alluring powers of Keurig grounds or the mystical steam of the French press. If you just thought to yourself, Who, me ? I don’t drink coffee!  while a self-satisfied smile settled on your face, I’ll be the first to break the news: The sentiment appl

Revisiting the erotic thriller.  By Neda Ravandi Illustration by Justin Chen In July I was obsessed with James Spader. Houston heat meant long, sun-soaked afternoons, which I’d spend on my bed, laptop open to a sketchy movie site when the humidity got too unbearable for tanning by the pool. So, my Halloween began in the summer, when I watched David Cronenberg’s Crash,  a decision prompted not by an interest in cars or stomach-churning violence, but more so James Spader. After