The above is a picture of the sunset, as seen from Mars, courtesy of The Other Ray. Speaking of things spacey, regular readers may recall that 15 years ago yours truly applied to be an astronaut with the Canadian Space Agency… unsuccessfully. My rejection letter is here (click to enlarge):
Now, Mischa sends us the online criteria for joining the Canadian Space Agency. If only the internet had been around back when I had first applied… I could have saved myself the trouble!
Greetings from Paris, land of red wine, snooty waiters, fashion mongers and –today, at least– overcast skies and dampness. I’m proud that I managed to converse with both the customs agent and taxi driver entirely in French, with neither one resorting to English, which is customary when a Parisian feels his language is not being properly used. So far, so good.
But what am I doing? Blogging. And working. No time yet to get out and taste the city. Patience, my droogies. The drunkenness awaits.