Remembering “my mischievous friend.”
My parents had the “An Evening Wasted With…” album.
Remembering “my mischievous friend.”
My parents had the “An Evening Wasted With…” album.
I suspect that the end will come when my generation is gone, if not sooner. Younger people don’t have the fidelity to it that the Boomers do. When I’m traveling, I realize how spoiled I am by DVR. “You mean I have to actually be in my room at 7 PM to watch Gutfeld?”
Well, it’s next weekend, and we’re back from Vegas. Here‘s a good article on the state of play for the beast. I suspect that the hed wasn’t written by the author.
[Update early afternoon]
This seems related, somehow. Sarah Hoyt’s thoughts on The Man Who Sold The Moon.
[Sunday-morning update]
Jeff Foust read what appears to be a dumb book so you don’t have to.
What if it’s our best window to the future? A discussion with David Brin.
He’s more down on lunar resources than I am, but I agree with his critique of Artemis.
…are not fiction.
There seems like a huge opportunity here for a publishing house that serves them.
As someone exiled there for half a decade two decades ago, I can attest.
[Tuesday-morning update]
Hey, leftist New Yorkers, Mamdani or not, Florida is full.
I generally avoid the city. The South Bay, with the resurgence of the space industry and many start ups, remains in better shape.
[Update late morning]
LA 2025: Welcome to America’s future.
I hope not.
RIP. From his home-town newspaper.
This was deliberate.