NASA recently reported that the global dust storm on Mars, which has lasted a month, is starting to die down but may take weeks or months to completely disperse. Imagine being a resident in a Martian settlement through that. Sure, the settlement will almost certainly be underground, as long-term human residents will need shelter from... Continue Reading →
Not Your Gramma’s Grammar “Grammar Nazi!” The default view of our own language (I’m speaking from the US as a monolingual—feel free to chime in with experience of other native or second languages) is of a rigid thing. A structure. Strict boundaries. Even a trap, sometimes. Penalties may apply. There’s some justice to that view.... Continue Reading →
...and I'm starting to write again. Healing has occupied a lot of my energy over the last couple of weeks, just as contemplating major surgery sapped a lot of my mental energy for a few weeks leading up to it. There's a big wad of post-surgery slacker inertia to overcome, but I'm starting to break... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/Mv5O2J1jf2o ...unless you're here on the 7th of this month (June 2018 if you're here from the future) in which case it's happening / it happened this morning, or after the 7th it already happened. It's pretty routine surgery, so the chances of things going hinky are low. This could be the end of about... Continue Reading →
https://twitter.com/sabartonwrites/status/902668425876709376 Not today. Probably not this century. In the next, I'd be shocked if it didn't start happening. Outdoor farms in their sprawling plant-filled glory will one day be extinct in most "developed" countries and will be a marker of terrible, desperate poverty. There are already experiments in urban and/or indoor farming. Experiments and practical... Continue Reading →
is the thought that goes through my head when I look to the past, especially when it comes to my writing. Maybe it's a version of impostor syndrome. Maybe it's performance anxiety, in which it's easy to think the worst about one's own work. Maybe it's... Well. It probably owes to many factors. But creatives... Continue Reading →
...make Porgonade. It's probably more refreshing than green milk from a giant surf creature's udder.
...as to whether or not he digs his new digs. We humans, though, ARE sure. This is a definite improvement! I've been silent here for a while. We've been moving. Goodbye 1968 sub-single-wide trailer home with slowly collapsing floors and significant amounts of black mold. Hello 2nd floor apartment with balconies in a 100+ year... Continue Reading →