Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Moonlight in Iceland
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Preparing for Flight!
Some of my first outdoor & survival training experiences were in California's Anza Borrego desert with the Boy Scouts; I remember a lot of lessons I learned there, and ones I learned in North Kenya in 1987 and 1988, as well as what I researched for my Desert Survival chapter in Wilderness Survival for Dummies. This all feels natural and I'm excited to get outside again, now taking the technical world of space-suit building to the outdoors, in space-suit testing in challenging balloon flights!
Monday, February 8, 2016
Essay for BBC Radio 3
Friday, February 5, 2016
A New Publishing Venture -- "À BORD D'UN VAISSEAU MONDE"
Many are working toward it; one part I play is in my work at Icarus Interstellar, on both the genetic and cultural issues involved in multigenerational space voyaging.
À BORD D'UN VAISSEAU MONDE is one in a series of books on space exploration and settlement distributed by noblishing/ATCM media, Geneva.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
SUPER Pressure Suit Test Today!
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
New Iceland Drawing
"I picked my way through canyons and towers of ice and gravel, my supply sled scratching or screeching as its skis crossed pumice or ice. My feeble headlamp bobbed along. Most of the light was in the sky, the moon illuminating tilted terrains that extended into darkness, their geometries not always making sense in my half-seen world. A thousand other celestial lights burned in the sky--planets, stars, galactic clusters, meteorites... The brightest were reflected by the black ice, the photons from those stars bouncing up at my eyes after--well, who-knew how many millions or billions of years in transit? On such cold, clear nights I was stripped down by the terrain and such thoughts, stripped right down to being a life form trying to get from one point to another. It was a pleasant simplification."
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Christmas 2015
From the book, and related to the drawing below:
"It is known that each Icelandic valley ('dalur') is attended by some ghoul; from trolls to witches, giantesses, ghost-sorcerers....elves and goblins...As I scurried along a frozen river that ribboned down the bottom of the Hofelsdalur--my headlamp just a spark in the night-- hurricane-force wild winds whipped snow from the peaks and then avalanched down on me in bizarre vertical downdrafts. I imagined a great ghoul up in the crags, thrilled to have discovered a plaything in his lonely valley. The steep black basalt valley walls were snaked with frozen waterfalls that terminated half way down, acres of ice crust spattered below on near-vertical rock."
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