I've never considered that the vacuum of space might have a smell.
But, according to those rare beings who've been there, it does. Most of them can't find the words to describe it, but some have said it is acrid, like ozone, or burnt gunpowder, or even electrical equipment. They only get whiffs of it after a spacewalk, from an airlock or the outside surface of a space suit. (Good to know it follows them inside... picturing an astronaut flipping his or her visor up for a quick sniff out there does NOT paint a pretty picture.)
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I found several goodies on the
Strange Maps blog, and couldn't decide which one to give you, so I'm making space today for all three. Here we go.
A Road Map to Success. It moralizes a bit, but so what? It makes a damn good point, too.
Homeland Is Where the Heartland Is. Someone lovingly shuffled the space the U.S. takes up on the globe.
What's On Earth Tonight? If someone out in space is monitoring our broadcasts, who's watching what?
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"Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space." -- Orson Scott Card
"If you are a writer you locate yourself behind a wall of silence and no matter what you are doing, driving a car or walking or doing housework you can still be writing, because you have that space." -- Joyce Carol Oates
(I know what you're thinking. But I assure you, this post isn't about seeing how many times I can use the word "space." Almost everything I clicked on this evening just seemed to lean that way, and I thought that a tad strange. *cue otherworldly music here* Tah, luvs--I'm off to hulu to watch... wait for it... Episode 2 of classic Lost In Space. What a surprise.)