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...sampling the soil directly in front of it. This will allow it both to calibrate its instruments and get the data flow streaming back to Earth. The Apollo astronauts used to do something similar, spending their first moments on the moon collecting what they called a contingency sample--a clump of lunar soil and rock they would tuck into a spacesuit pocket so they would have something to show for the trip if a sudden emergency forced them to turn around and come straight home. Spirit, of course, is never coming home. It will spend its entire useful life...
...Take a clump of hair from Brian Wilson’s head (don’t worry, he won’t notice). Stick it on the end of a piece of Canadian maple (you now have a paintbrush). Secure the palette that Scooby and company used on the Mystery Machine. For a canvas, find a sheet of some titanium-based Information Age alloy: light, strong, and thoroughly modern. Paint with careful recklessness, taking care to veer off the canvas once or twice. Then display your finished work at the bottom of a sunny swimming pool...
...This is horrible,” I told my parents as I sat back down at the dinner table. “I can’t believe you’re letting them do this. Some liberals you are.” Behind me I heard the delicate clump-clump of the cheerleaders descending the stairs...
...right behind the horses. That always happens in Vermont--it's a message, I guess. You have to watch your step, which is a pain because you want eye contact with the people." When the parade begins, Dean takes off--running, and I mean sprinting--from clump to clump of parade watchers. His face grows red; he sweats; people hand him Dixie cups of water as if he were in a marathon. John Kerry, by contrast, occasionally breaks into a stately jog, from one side of the street to the other...
...right behind the horses. That always happens in Vermont-it's a message, I guess. You have to watch your step, which is a pain because you want eye contact with the people." When the parade begins, Dean takes off-running, and I mean sprinting-from clump to clump of parade watchers. His face grows red; he sweats; people hand him Dixie cups of water as if he were in a marathon. John Kerry, by contrast, occasionally breaks into a stately jog, from one side of the street to the other...