
“Sure! I’ll run into an abandoned subway tunnel for a freelancer I just met! No problem!”
The Dig - Greater Boston's Alternative News Source
Written by BARRY THOMPSON Filed Under: FEATURES, Non-fiction
“Sure! I’ll run into an abandoned subway tunnel for a freelancer I just met! No problem!”
Here’s a rundown of some of our favorites from 2019, including several whose authors we were lucky enough to interview this year.
Written by BARRY THOMPSON Filed Under: FEATURES, Non-fiction
"It was kind of a perfect storm moment. Gay marriage was on the ballot. When you get a cover like that, it sticks with you for a while."
Written by BARRY THOMPSON Filed Under: FEATURES, Non-fiction
I asked Billy Joel fans questions that a fundamentalist Christian would ask after a Marilyn Manson concert in 1997, swapping the names “Billy Joel” for “Marilyn Manson.”
Written by BARRY THOMPSON Filed Under: FEATURES, Non-fiction
The intern wrote something like, “The ’80s! It’s fun! Dance party!” I looked at that and said, “No, this is too earnest. I will destroy it.”
Written by BARRY THOMPSON Filed Under: FEATURES, Non-fiction
We’re like, “Sure! That should go in a newspaper! Put that in there!”
Written by BARRY THOMPSON Filed Under: FEATURES, Non-fiction
The Dig at that point was more of a Dadaist prank or a piece of performance art—almost a metacommentary joke about having a newspaper—as much as it was a newspaper.
Written by BARRY THOMPSON Filed Under: FEATURES, Non-fiction
"The effect that Jeff’s nipples had on me is similar to if you look at an eclipse for 30 seconds, and then you just see it in your eyes for the rest of your life."
Written by LUKE ONEIL Filed Under: FEATURES, News, NEWS+OPINIONS, Non-fiction
“They like to present these tools as being neutral ... but these tools are being sold to ICE and DHS specifically to track immigrants, to track activists, and to use that information across law enforcement networks to terrorize communities and split families apart."
Written by BARRY THOMPSON Filed Under: FEATURES, Lulz
He made up a fictitious ideal reader named Spike. The memo read, “Spike works in advertising, but he goes to punk clubs at night,” and this and that. Fuck you and die.