Ryan Bradley

was: Fortune, Popular Science, World Policy Journal, National Geographic Adventure now: writing & editing & getting out more //@theryanbradley


Lyft’s Great Gambit to Conflate Drivers and Passengers

The company wants more of its passengers to become drivers. Then, Lyft hopes, the employee-contractor debate…


The Overhyped, Unsexy Reality of Virtual Porn

A four-month quest to see what the virtual-reality future really looks like.


Lyft’s Great Gambit to Conflate Drivers and Passengers

The company wants more of its passengers to become drivers. Then, Lyft hopes, the employee-contractor debate…


Interesting, but futile


Today was a bad writing day so I started in on a project I’d been putting off for months: I organized the books in our apartment, which up to that point had been piled up on our nicest bookcase, the one in the living room. The books were making the whole setup look sloppy, and they had been that way ever since we moved in, which was — christ, I didn’t realize until…


Awakened to transitory brightness


I did not say another word to her that evening. She would not, it appeared, be sleeping at the house. Soon after Bernard had finished his story — the forger was caught, but then published the letters as an epistolary novel to critical acclaim — the professor yawned to indicate his imminent departure and the daughter asked if she could have a ride. When they…


After Before and After


Physicians who sign autopsy reports, listing a person’s cause of death as unknown, attribute their momentary ignorance to the blind spots of science, which will one day come into view. Eventually every cause of death will be known, in most cases well before the death. It is only that we now live in a curious time when some things cannot be known until after they happen…


Why work for free


Instagram, journalism, and doing what you want to do


A week ago, I started following Jeff Sharlet on Instagram. I love Sharlet’s magazine writing. I especially love the way he writes scenes. Here’s one, from his GQ story about being gay in Russia:

At Bunker one night, a fat man named Yuri, pink-cheeked and furry

Great dune, great lake, great…


Squinting through sunglasses and trudging, leaning into the wind off the lake, gazing out knowing that somewhere across the water was Wisconsin. Little dark spots down by the water—people—hiking up the sharply sloping sand. Suckers. A few march closer into view, pained looks, pausing, panting. The muffled sound of the wind in a plugged ear. Water trapped…


Probably a washing machine


In Taveuni along the Somosomo Straight there once lived a beautiful maiden. Then she ran away into the jungle, never to be seen again. As she fled, she wept, and her tears turned to blood. That is how that little bright red flower got its name, tagimoucia, “crying tears of despair.”

The sky was overcast, low and sticky. Linka was telling us the…


Through the Wall of Sound: Music in Three Dimensions

The stories we tell about the songs we find (Part III)


You Want a Hit? Then Give It Away

Stories we tell about songs we find (Part II)


This is not another article about Daft Punk. It’s about George Gershwin, player…