What is it that you do? What is at stake, and where is your heart? Remember Kafka’s imperial messenger? Are you sitting at the window, dreaming? Between the broken satellites,…
My obsession with Pluto began when my six-year-old daughter asked how many planets there were. Nine. Nine! Nine? There had always been nine, and I couldn’t bring myself to say…
Still have to work out a few minor tech problems, but we’re back. On eco-peril and how the Nazca caused their own collapse. Inflatable street art. Kurt Vonnegut’s book covers…