My Favourite City For Nightlife Is Toronto,

"what's The Next Thing That's Going To Kill Me?" Is A Mantra For Pilots And Astronauts.

In All Of The Movie Portrayals, A Spacewalking Suit Seems Sort Of Insignificant, Like A Pair Of Shorts And A T-shirt. No One Thinks Much About It. But It's A Spaceship, Not A Spacesuit, An Entire Life-support Mechanism That's Incredibly Complex And Cumbersome. It's Very Difficult To Put On And Off. You Have To Run It The Whole Time You Are Wearing It, And It Redefines How You Move. It's Like If You Put On A Wetsuit And A Snowmobile Suit And Froze Yourself Solid And Then Tried To Go And Do Work.

My Optimism And Confidence Come Not From Feeling I'm Luckier Than Other Mortals, And They Sure Don't Come From Visualizing Victory. They're The Result Of A Lifetime Spent Visualizing Defeat And Figuring Out How To Prevent It. Like Most Astronauts, I'm Pretty Sure That I Can Deal With What Life Throws At Me Because I've Thought About What To Do If Things Go Wrong, As Well As Right. That's The Power Of Negative Thinking.

It's Like Being A Newborn, This Sudden Sensory Overload Of Noise, Color, Smells And Gravity After Months Of Quietly Floating, Encased In Relative Calm And Isolation. No Wonder Babies Cry In Protest When They're Born.

The Nile, Draining Out Into The Mediterranean. The Bright Lights Of Cairo Announce The Opening Of The North-flowing River’s Delta, With Jerusalem’s Answering High Beams To The Northeast. This 4,258 Mile Braid Of Human Life, First Navigated End-to-end In 2004, Is Visible In A Single Glance From Space.