25-year-old Cab Calloway photographed by Carl Van Vechten on January 12, 1933.

by Joel Sartore (x)

Almost lost my mind but i finally finished my fabric study

Byzantine mosaics found on the ceiling of the Mausoleum of Galla Placidia in Ravenna, Italy.

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January 13, 2026

The plan was never to become an ICE agent.

The plan, when I went to the Immigration and Customs Enforcement Career Expo in Texas last August, was to learn what it was like to apply to be an ICE agent. Who wouldn’t be curious? The event promised on-the-spot hiring for would-be deportation officers: Walk in unemployed, walk out with a sweet $50k signing bonus, a retirement account, and a license to brutalize the country’s most vulnerable residents without consequence—all while wrapped in the warm glow of patriotism.

At first glance, my résumé has enough to tantalize a recruiter for America’s Gestapo-in-waiting: I enlisted in the Army straight out of high school and deployed to Afghanistan twice with the 82nd Airborne Division. After I got out, I spent a few years doing civilian analyst work. With a carefully arranged, skills-based résumé—one which omitted my current occupation—I figured I could maybe get through an initial interview.

The catch, however, is that there’s only one “Laura Jedeed” with an internet presence, and it takes about five seconds of Googling to figure out how I feel about ICE, the Trump administration, and the country’s general right-wing project. My social media pops up immediately, usually with a preview of my latest posts condemning Trump’s unconstitutional, authoritarian power grab. Scroll down and you’ll find articles with titles like “What I Saw in LA Wasn’t an Insurrection; It Was a Police Riot” and “Inside Mike Johnson’s Ties to a Far-Right Movement to Gut the Constitution.” Keep going for long enough and you might even find my dossier on AntifaWatch, a right-wing website that lists alleged members of the supposed domestic terror organization. I am, to put it mildly, a less-than-ideal recruit.

Ceratiomyxa porioides by Karsten Buch

sports bra and boxers can be lingerie if you're enlightened and impure of heart

Lost Highway (David Lynch, 1997) Japanese poster

Mano del Desierto by Mario Irarrázabal

no one’s going to ottawa

Roberto Franzoni (1882-1960), La Danza (The Dance), c. 1914-1915

brisé fan of horn, silver-colored metal inlay, and silk ribbon; radius: 15.9 cm; probably french c. 1825.

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