Sorry, But You Can’t Name That Exoplanet
On the futility of assigning names to grains of sand.
On the futility of assigning names to grains of sand.
From the cover of OMNI's second best of sci-fi issue…
The covers of Omni Magazine tempted me with airbrushed cosmic landscapes and headlines like, "Missing Time: A New Look at Alien Abductions" and "Riding Comets to the Stars." I brought a stack home. The love affair was instantaneous.
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Like anyone who's spent months reading a 1,008-page book, particularly this one, I'm at a loss.
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_"The computer [is] the most extraordinary of man's technological clothing; it is an extension of our central nervous system. Beside it the wheel is a mere hula-hoop."_ -- Marshall McLuhan, from War and Peace in the Global Village_ Last month,…