I have a super distinct memory of the Hale-Bopp that was visible for a few months during 1997. I was 16 at the time and my friends and I piled into cars and drove to the outer parts of San Diego County so we could get away from light pollution

Quasars.  Black Holes.  Distant planets, extraterrestrial life forms, and Elton John’s “Rocket Man.”  Space is some deep shit, so deep that my own astronomical studies ended when I realized that I couldn’t figure out my horoscope by using the Doppler Effect.  Nonetheless, astronomy has remained of interest to me, which

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Usually the first thing I like to do as night falls when I’m visiting other places is look up. Like, at the SKY. TO SEE STARS. ‘Member those? Those twinkly little reminders of our oh-so-insignificant place in the world are seldom seen in our great big apple, putting them right