Hey Mr. Spaceman…”One hundred years from now, there will be no cuisine. Everything–every possible combination of ingredients, of foods and techniques from this culture and that–will have been tried.
Hey, Mr. Spaceman, Won’t you please take me along? I won’t do anything wrong. Hey, Mr. Spaceman, Won’t you please take me along for a ride? So sang the Byrds in 1966, after strange radio bursts from ...
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