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1. My total news blockage - does allow for drippings to leak through.
From "The New Yorker Daily" (the New Yorker is celebrating it's 100th anniversary this year - so I'm subscribing to it and with my subscription - I got a nifty tote bag to add to the hundred other tote bags in my every expanding collection of tote bags - who knew the 21st Century would be into tote bags?).
Here's a snippet regarding Space Travel by Dhruv Khullar (he's a physician and contributing writer to The New Yorker):
( excerpt )
I looked at the full article briefly and I think I also have it in print, so will read later. It basically states that humans can not travel long distances in space and survive.
( excerpt )
Interesting article - will have to read more of it.
2. Apparently there's such a thing as Galentine's Day? From New Yorker Daily: " I had never heard of Galentine’s Day before I was asked to write for this newsletter. But I am intrigued by the idea of Saint Galentine, patron saint of unromantic love. In my mind, she has a reckless laugh and a withering eye and beautiful, tangled hair. She is dressed in all the nice clothes I’ve taken from my friends. "
I'm feeling lonely, disconnected and friendless at the moment, as if I'm adrift in the ether. It's partly due to lack of sleep, and a bad case of the February Uglies resulting in general crankiness. I envy people who fall asleep quickly and deeply.
3. Speaking of space travel? I'm still reading this delightfully odd duck of a mystery/sci-fi hybrid about a mystery writer, who has escaped to a space station run by aliens to avoid humans. Murders have a frightening tendency to happen wherever she goes. She started writing best-selling mystery novels about the real life murders she solved to make a living.
But lost family, friends, etc - because of the murders. Which aren't her fault.
What's interesting is the alien life forms - which are wasps, rocks that evolve into spaceships, a sentient space station and it's walking stick (like the insectoid walking stick) symbiote. In fact most of the aliens have symbiotic relationships and don't understand why humans don't.
In this universe - aliens pop up on earth, and visit it like a tourist destination and to vacation, much to the annoyance of the humans living there. No, you giant rock like things, you cannot enter this museum, you may crush everything in it.
Hee. I'm rather delighted by it. It's called Eternity Station: the Midsolar Murders, Book #1.
Also, it's hard to fault a book whose main characters prefer Octavia Butler and Parable of the Sower over Kurt Vonnegurt and Slaughter-House Five.
Off to make dinner, watch my soap opera, and hopefully get to bed early tonight.
From "The New Yorker Daily" (the New Yorker is celebrating it's 100th anniversary this year - so I'm subscribing to it and with my subscription - I got a nifty tote bag to add to the hundred other tote bags in my every expanding collection of tote bags - who knew the 21st Century would be into tote bags?).
Here's a snippet regarding Space Travel by Dhruv Khullar (he's a physician and contributing writer to The New Yorker):
( excerpt )
I looked at the full article briefly and I think I also have it in print, so will read later. It basically states that humans can not travel long distances in space and survive.
( excerpt )
Interesting article - will have to read more of it.
2. Apparently there's such a thing as Galentine's Day? From New Yorker Daily: " I had never heard of Galentine’s Day before I was asked to write for this newsletter. But I am intrigued by the idea of Saint Galentine, patron saint of unromantic love. In my mind, she has a reckless laugh and a withering eye and beautiful, tangled hair. She is dressed in all the nice clothes I’ve taken from my friends. "
I'm feeling lonely, disconnected and friendless at the moment, as if I'm adrift in the ether. It's partly due to lack of sleep, and a bad case of the February Uglies resulting in general crankiness. I envy people who fall asleep quickly and deeply.
3. Speaking of space travel? I'm still reading this delightfully odd duck of a mystery/sci-fi hybrid about a mystery writer, who has escaped to a space station run by aliens to avoid humans. Murders have a frightening tendency to happen wherever she goes. She started writing best-selling mystery novels about the real life murders she solved to make a living.
But lost family, friends, etc - because of the murders. Which aren't her fault.
What's interesting is the alien life forms - which are wasps, rocks that evolve into spaceships, a sentient space station and it's walking stick (like the insectoid walking stick) symbiote. In fact most of the aliens have symbiotic relationships and don't understand why humans don't.
In this universe - aliens pop up on earth, and visit it like a tourist destination and to vacation, much to the annoyance of the humans living there. No, you giant rock like things, you cannot enter this museum, you may crush everything in it.
Hee. I'm rather delighted by it. It's called Eternity Station: the Midsolar Murders, Book #1.
Also, it's hard to fault a book whose main characters prefer Octavia Butler and Parable of the Sower over Kurt Vonnegurt and Slaughter-House Five.
Off to make dinner, watch my soap opera, and hopefully get to bed early tonight.