He is somewhere in Florida, looking up at the stars with his 20cm-retractable thing... its called a telescope, for those who are wondering what is so short a thing to retract.
Looking at stars. Deep space probing. Being able to call a star or a space object by its proper name and not just identifying it by the tip one's fingers. Explain event horizon in layman's terms and be unconsciously poetic about it. That's dear Sam, the nearly-pro astronomer.
Well, if you get back, send me the pictures of the stars ASAP, will you? Move your office furnitures around, dust is gathering underneath your chair and table. Open your emails, youve probably reached the limit of your account memory (thank me that I didnt send you anything via email) And update your site. Its getting so stale lately that flies have moved in and they're not paying the goddamn rent. Give my love to T, P and B too.
Oops! This is a weblog. Not a private conversation between us. Ooh. Bad me.
Hehehe.
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