Perhaps it is a consequence of being a (late) Baby Boomer, but I will always have a very soft spot in my heart for NASA. The agency has had its troubles, and the initiative for space seems to have been taken from NASA by a nation that seems to have lost its appetite for space exploration. But Mars looms, and I reckon that the agency has one more blockbuster mission left in it.
Craptocurrencies (noun), that class of investment vehicles that give off the appearance of being a currency or a commodity, but to which no objective underlying value can be assigned.
Anybody who builds or renovates a Starbucks without a power outlet at every other table – at LEAST – is nuts.
When daddy was hanging a door. Exceedingly short fiction from the author of Infinite Jest.
I challenge any father to read this very short story aloud and not be moved.
Turkey avocado burgers, Grape Crush.
There is no place, even in this great town, where I could have ordered this.
There is still no place like home.
Came home one day to find this fellow wedged under the garage door. Sad to say he didn’t make it.
Which is a bummer. This specimen was a beauty, and we much prefer sagebrush lizards to silverfish, termites, and black widows.