No. 584: When aliens attack, robots rise and the pod people land – plus, gun violence in the crosshairs
Peas in a pod: Cast aside all doubts, dear readers – innovation is alive and well on Long Island, and we can prove it. Today, we light up Spark:…
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No 583: On Astrodomes, carbon corrections and Chicken Little – and a deep dive at SUNY Old Westbury
Making your mark: Here we are again, dear readers – another busy workweek in hand, another relaxing weekend on tap. Don’t know how you do it, but always impressed…
No. 582: In which lasers blast, neutron bombs idle and Mars comes into focus – plus, love in a hospital
Springtime fresh: Spring is in the air, dear readers, as we enjoy the sunshine and seasonable warmth enriching this busy week of socioeconomic innovation. To your health: Today is…
No. 581: Nassau’s numbers, the devil’s lettuce and a Pandemic Pivot with legs
Egg-cellent: It’s April out there, dear readers, and not just April but the first Friday in April, delivering unto you another well-earned weekend. And not just any weekend, but…
No. 580: It’s a time trip, from Jurassic Park to the Middle Ages to the future of Long Island ‘windustry’
Quarter speed: Welcome to Wednesday, dear readers, as we salute spring break (for some) and the relentless pursuit of socioeconomic innovation (for all), not to mention the end of…
No. 579: The search for Spock, from Hawaii to Planet Vulcan to Oyster Bay
All systems green: Outstanding work, dear readers – another Friday arrives, and with it, the start of another well-earned springtime weekend. Bend at the knees, gardeners, and remember to…
No. 578: The Edo arrives, colorful cocktails flow and the cameras roll – plus, a decade of success at CEBIP
Warming to it: Welcome to Wednesday, dear readers, as we shed a few layers and enjoy the delightfully seasonal weather punctuating this latest week of socioeconomic innovation. Truth still…
No. 577: On soccer icons, Californium and the Lt. Dan Band – and the wearin’ of the green, of course
Roaring: Welcome to Wednesday, dear readers, still a bit windy and chilly but the spring equinox – aka, Spring – will arrive Saturday, March 20 at 5:37 a.m. with…
No. 576: Drones fly, Cokes flow and methane reaches a critical mass – plus, a real Hitchcockian thriller
Greetings, Supreme Leader: Welcome to Friday, dear readers, as we celebrate another workweek conquered, another weekend earned and all kinds of exciting progress on our never-ending quest for socioeconomic…
No. 575: In which Mario hops to it, Northwell goes to the museum and the flu gets a Chuck Norris shot
Sprung: Spring is in the air, dear readers, as we bask in the warm glow of creativity and sow the seeds of socioeconomic innovation. It’s Wednesday, March 10 –…
No. 574: Digital directives, physical accomplishments and sprouting NursePods (with sticky orange fingers)
Cheesy opening line: Welcome to Friday, dear readers, and the last leg of another exciting and exhausting socioeconomic sprint. It’s March 5 out there, still living in infamy in…
No. 573: In which AT&T arrives, Bell tolls and the cuts are cold – plus, busy days in Hempstead
In the middle of it now: And what better place to be, dear readers, as we muscle through this latest workweek in our relentless pursuit of socioeconomic innovation. It’s…
No. 572: On Catholics, the infamous double helix and Long Island immigration, topped with pistachios
Winter rush: Amazing job, dear readers – five more workdays in the books, bringing us that much closer to socioeconomic greatness and another well-earned weekend. It’s Feb 26 on…
No. 571: A Grimm tale, featuring space shots, young geniuses and Twin Peaks – plus, a toast to the tapsters
Shock and thaw: It’s Wednesday already, intrepid innovators, as we hustle through another busy – and blessedly warmer – week of socioeconomic innovation. We’ll drink to that: Businesses are…
No. 570: In which Kellogg’s, Cracker Jack snacks and tartar sauce all get a taste – and science strikes back
Will this never end? Yes, it will, dear readers! Not only does this latest wintry workweek wrap up today, but the snow does, too – and, lo and behold,…