Mission to Mars, 2008?

Wired
Urine shakes, sweat lettuce, fecal wheat bread sandwiches.
June 1998
The steel door swings shut on the chamber, sealing off the outside world. They feel no fear or regret, the four of them, just eagerness to get on with their new lives. After a stretch of hard work, Nigel Packham showers ...  (Read more)

Know Maass

Slate
July 10, 1997
When I first moved to Manhattan, a neighbor approached me in the corridor of my apartment building.

“Are you Peter Maass, the writer?”

Though I have heard this many times over the years, I still don’t know the correct response. Yes, I am; no, I am not. Both are accurate. ...  (Read more)