Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions. – Albert Einstein   __________________ Another crazy dream post. I seem to have a lot of them lately, but this one is a real head scratcher, at least where the astronaut is concerned. I get the Orioles part: Jerry (my better half) and I were watching an extra-inning Orioles game that had gone well into the night (12 innings and past midnight), so that three Orioles would somehow work their way into my subconscious is not surprising. But the astronaut? Let the dream speak for itself: I am a newspaper reporter charged with going into space to visit an astronaut and his wife and baby, who are with him on a family space station. My assignment involves interviewing and watching this family as they navigate living in space. To get to the space station, I board a SpaceX “airplane” (which looks suspiciously like an ordinary 767, along with all its typical steerage-class discomforts). My fe

You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space. --Johnny Cash Imagine this: You are a normal-weight earthling who finds herself transported permanently to Planet Skinny where everything is half the normal earthly size. The average chair is wide enough for a very slim earth person and able to hold a maximum of 110 pounds, which is considered obese on Planet Skinny. The space between table and seat in restaurant booths can comfortably accommodate someone with a 36" chest, so if you are any larger, you are resting your boobs on the table. Flying is a nightmare; you must book your flights carefully, often paying for First Class or buying two seats. In short, everywhere you go poses a hassle, so eventually you give up going out in public. Not only is the too-small infrastructure all wr