Hong Kong through the Looking Glass
by Dante Archangeli

By Dante Archangeli Like Alice's, my world is getting “curiouser and curiouser”. We took off from Tucson at 7:00 Monday morning and landed in Hong Kong  at 9:00 Tuesday evening for the start of a three-year adventure.  The flight was timeless hours of shutout sunlight and psychedelic video overdose.  There was a futuristic forest planet inhabited by Will Smith as a space general and computer-created sort-of-familiar giant animals, nature-created but stranger-than-fiction Birds of Paradise in a National Geographic documentary, a Hollywood created Jackie Robinson helping to pave the way for Will’s fictional career, Jay Gatsby in a fantastical New York, and Ironman keeping the world safe for all of them.  Somewhere in all that resonant mess (given my new home) of strange but familiar and unusual but ordinary there was even a reference to James Boswell.  

Confessions of a Failed Energy Martyr
by Raymond Welch

Guest Editorial by Raymond Welch Somewhere along the ramifying pathways of the possible, I became an energy consultant. I’m not sure how that happened. Part of me thinks it’s because life proceeds haphazardly. Another part of me thinks it’s because I’m passive, irresolute, cowardly, and amoral. Now I analyze utility tariffs, natural gas prices, carbon emissions, and all the other glyphs and runes by which the hidden world of energy communicates with we who scuttle on its filmy surface. There is no refuge from my secret here.