Reality TV for the Holy See.
“Really this sort of life has its attractions.”
“Here in these confines slily have I lurk’d”: the bones speak
Commander Chris Hadfield of the ISS speaks with our Captain.
“I kept saying to myself, ‘Keep cool!”
“Electrodes near my ears.”
Many look on this as a spree. It is better so.
Crayon update: Angelika Dass’ chromatic inventory.
The ship has been crushed like a walnut.
Is your preferred mnemonic solely sonic?
The ship must break free, or be crushed like a walnut.
They’re real, and they’re spectacular.
His data pointed to a radical theory of planetary motion.
The beauty of code, in light.
An unshakable belief in the shakiness of reality.
She was the green flash on the horizon of the Radium Age.
If a sound is broadcast in a forest and no one hears it…
And you’re spreading this now, at this moment…
Analogue mashup devices
Cave art as early animated gifs
Ospreys, cell towers, and the network effect
In space, nobody can hear you screen
Giving a virtual shimmer to stone
Athletics, injury, and the cyborg