On Sunday, The New York Times fronted a story about a 36-year-old man, Matt Heverly, who "started a recent workday as any young father might...
On Sunday, The New York Times fronted a story about a 36-year-old man, Matt Heverly, who "started a recent workday as any young father might...
On Sunday, The New York Times fronted a story about a 36-year-old man, Matt Heverly, who "started a recent workday as any young father might: up at 5:30, gulping coffee, fixing a bottle for the baby. He threw on jeans and a T-shirt and drove his two sons to day care. He stopped to get the brakes on his Toyota checked and swung by the bank."
Then, the Times breathlessly reports, "he went to the office ... to drive a $2.5 billion robot on Mars. The emphasis is mine, but it could as easily have been that of the Times, if it allowed italics for emphasis. The writer,...
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So where's the drama, Mr. Elon Musk, epitome of brash entrepreneurship, so cocky you rub a few people the wrong way? Falcon9, your bigger rocket, the one designed to make serious money, takes off yesterday morning, stages itself to orbit bingity bang, leaves the Dragon cargo capsule there to zip around Earth two times, and then the precious thing that could soon be delivering payloads...