![]() ![]() Just don't tell our agent. By Pat Dane and Mike Walter Thanks to the Web, our next trip is to outer space. To Jupiter, to be precise; the fifth planet. And we're leaving today. Just don't tell our agent. No, we're not wearing Nike's and purple shrouds. Well, Mike might, but he's always been a bit of a fashion-don't. And no, you don't need to eat pudding or applesauce. All you need is a Web browser and a decent modem. After all, why take an ordinary vacation to Bermuda or the Catskills when the Web offers such a dazzling array of places to go where you don't need to wonder if the water's safe or whether they take American Express?
But that's just for starters.
At this very moment, we're reviewing the payload -- which just got heavier thanks to Pat's central fuselage. Or is it just his keg of Tang? Next we'll go through training, which could resemble a workout with beached sea lions, and then we'll learn what it takes to live in outer space (Mike's guess: sensible shoes). You think you could have this much fun at Disneyland's Space Mountain? Fat chance. See for yourself at http://www.phoenix.net.
No, this is a trip for nourishment of another kind. This month, Hong Kong falls under the communist rule of the mainland Chinese government for the first time in over 100 years. To chronicle the event, fifteen residents of this great city are reporting their observations, fears, exultations, and intimate thoughts about this amazing -- if potentially lamentable -- transition. Some who travel to Hong Kong try, in a few short days, to absorb enough of the city to be able to say that they understand it even a little. Here's a chance to travel to the heart of a great city at a pivotal moment in its history. It's easy to get there, and you don't need a passport: http://www.pbs.org. Though if you're anything like Pat, you might want to pack some Maalox.
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