47

FWIW, nobody gives a damn about 47. Just an FYI. But that’s OK. Because a friend is celebrating her somethingth and I’m flying out to SFO for the occasion later this month. AFK. BBIAB.

Earthbound and Down

Perhaps the most sobering thought is that, after a lifetime of dreaming, I’m still going to die on this planet. That after thinking about galaxies, looking up at the stars, writing about extra-planetary travel, reading books and listening to programs about life out there, and trying to raise myself above whatever provincial concerns that surround …