B. A. Binns here, back with the Genre-istas
There was a time when I thought part of growing older meant leaving passions behind. I'm still not telling my age, but I long ago decided that youth is where passion belongs.
- I was über passionate about boys in high school
- Saving the world was my college passion - anybody remember ZPG (Zero Population Growth)
- I did a brief passionate stint on politics in college, I campaigned for a presidential candidate (he lost) and marched on my then state capital (Madison, Wisconsin)
- Early adulthood brought a passion for astronomy that turned me into an eclipse chaser. Only passion could put me in a Canadian ice field in the middle of January and cheering when the temperature droped. There's nothing like staring at a black hole where the sun used to be in the star-filled sky at noon. I forgot the cold and turned into a primitive sun-worshipper. I've seen four total solar eclipses since, all in warmer climates - including a Lybian desert. Yeah desert !!
All-in-all a pretty passion free existence.
But I recently received news that will drive passion to a whole new level. I have to wait until August, 2012, and then: