Jumpsuits & Teleporters
Whitney Dail was born in Alexandria, VA to a Naval aviator and an artist-entrepreneur, and was raised in Annapolis, MD. For five years, Whitney worked as a graphic designer in the comic book industry but returned to school in 2009 to pursue a better-suited Master's degree in Arts Administration. She is currently in the process of writing and researching her thesis on expanding art, science, and technology interactions in U.S. cultural institutions.
Credit: Image by Jonathan Yoerger.
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Did you wear your Kern Zip-up when you went to see Star Trek the other day? It’s not a regulation uniform, but blue enough that Spock and Bones might wear them if they had to travel back in time, go undercover at HOW, and steal swag to save future-earth.
While you wait for that sequel, get your space travel fix with a new Flash game that pays tribute to arcade classic, Lunar Lander. In Kern In Space, you fire thrusters to maneuver embroidered letters into place, then set them down nice and soft.
“The young man wants maturity, the old man wants virility. What will I want when I’m 35? Be content that I’m half dead or glad that I’m half alive?”
“There seemed to be magic behind every stroke of the artist’s brush. “I would make a fortune if I had his talent,” thought a looker-on. Later, when the painting was finished the artist packed his wooden case with curled tubes of paint, brushes with chewed ends and walked heavily to his flat he paid ten shillings a week to live in.”
