I’m still immersed in trying to get a hard-to-corral Wired story out the door, so deeper thoughts will have to wait another day or two. In the meantime, let me point you toward one of the better microprojects I’ve come across in recent days: A year-long effort to chronicle art that depicts reflections in space helmets. My personal favorite is no great work of beauty, but I’m an obvious sucker for any artifact from the Golden Age of Hijacking.
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