Where To?

Some thoughts on humanity’s long-term prospects, and by long-term, I mean REALLY long-term. Probably all nonsense.

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Where To?

Some thoughts on humanity’s long-term prospects, and by long-term, I mean REALLY long-term. Probably all nonsense.

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Say Hello to Frank

Frank is our new family member—and a bundle of floof and attitude he most certainly is. He's a rescue cat, about two years old. Beyond that, we don't know too much about his history. What we do know is he's spirited and affectionate, though still a little startled by...

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Planetary Update

A while back I posted about the Pluto Situation, and in that post I mentioned the then forthcoming New Horizons mission. Well, of course, New Horizons has completed its fly-by of the Pluto system, and as I think most of us hoped, we learned lots of amazing things...

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This Pluto Situation

Remember when Pluto got reclassified as a dwarf planet? A lot of you do, and a lot of you are very upset about it. It's been years and you're still pissed. Quick summary for the five people in existence who don't know what the Pluto Situation is: for most of our...

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Oops

I’m working on a Skin short story at the moment, one which has been on my mind for years. I’ve mentioned the story once or twice in my travels, describing it as Skin’s origin story. The events take place Labor Day weekend 1971, when Skin is 18 years old. Obviously...

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Skin’s Nickname

More than once, people have found their way to hence by putting “how did Skin Kadash get his nickname?” into a search engine. It’s something I’ve explained in the books, but for those who are coming to Skin afresh, I thought I would provide an answer here.

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Motion

Distance is magic – sometimes black, sometimes white. Sometimes a little of both. I see this place or that and I think, I could be from there. Lots of places. I build them up in my mind. Mountains. I like the sensation of driving through mountains late at night, light...

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The Failure of the Persistence of Memory

The dreams that come when the sun is white and the air is still and buzzing and my head slips off an old pillow that has fallen into the light These are the dreams that I attend with pleasure. Sometimes fear. I smell languor in the trees beside a torpid lake. Leaves...

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