In the Pacific Islands, communities count on the annual spawning of a species of sea worm to fill bellies, spark celebration, and shape peoples’ sense of time.
Earth from Apollo 13, NASA, 1970 Back in the '80's, when I was having a good time "working tech," I'd get home, beat to shit from whatever recent network catastrophe, and sometimes find a welcome note at my door from my neighbor: Beers upstairs - NASA's on! So we'd spend a pleasant evening watching whatever NASA gig he'd found on whatever channel, drinkin' beer, smokin' dope, and doing the occasional line. Good times.