Eight Days to Amish

No Paychecks . . . No Prospects . . . Always How one writer struggles to elevate from the hammock, overcome his God-given laziness and earn a living in a cruel world that insists he work. (The title of this blog is in no way aspirational or should be considered an endorsement of the Amish lifestyle)

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Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Space Station 'nauts could repopulate planet

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(737 words) At times like these, the native optimist in me is at war with my inner doomsday realist, the one who senses an existenti...

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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Space needs more, not less, junk

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NASA worry warts are once again saying the sky is falling, and this time they may be right. The once-pristine heavens are starting to rese...

Friday, July 8, 2011

Special deliveries in space

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I had an alarming thought when I read the mission of the Space Shuttle Atlantis was to bring supplies to the International Space Station. ...

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