There is something I love about science and art and the genius of the people working at the cutting edge of both. Here we are working in “closed loops” trying to recreate the Earth. Pretty ridiculous and kind of magical. If we ever figure out how everything works, will we finally be able to live with it?
I’m going to have to look it up, but wouldn’t the hotel made of NaCl dissolve when it rains? They actually have a “no licking the walls” rule.
I can’t remember exactly what year it was I met Bill Hicks. ’89? ’90? I just remember he was very focused and hunched a bit at a table and staring at me, very quiet. He seemed like he was about 8 million years older than I was but he was only a half dozen or so. But he definitely had more going on in his head than most of us in our twenties at that time, something very bright and world-weary at the same time. I wish he was still on this ride with the rest of us.
I don’t know where my mind is today but I started considering if living with this man would be magical or super annoying. “Dear? Where are the sheets for the guest bedroom? …Oh. Not again!”