The ancient alien movie Hollywood didn't want (then it made $200 million)
A buried ring at Giza, a film student who watched Chariots of the Gods, and a real secret program with the same name.
New finds, new releases, and the occasional rant about a museum basement.
A buried ring at Giza, a film student who watched Chariots of the Gods, and a real secret program with the same name.
Egyptologists say 4,500 years. The rock says rain, the kind the Sahara hasn't seen in at least 7,000 years.
Kepler saw the gap in 1596. A number pattern said a planet belonged there. What's left is a belt of rocks, some of them made of metal.
A Siberian peasant who stopped a prince's bleeding, survived a knife, cyanide and three bullets, and left a prophecy behind.
Summer in 1980s Gladstone. Five kids on bikes, one open gate, security guards, a cop car on the grass, and the sacred beasts of Chautauqua Lake.
Religion, then philosophy, then history, then twenty years of sports massage. Now I'm teaching kids the Younger Dryas, Gobekli Tepe, and 500 flood myths.
For a hundred years the Sumerians were the starting line. Then Gobekli Tepe showed up, and then its bigger, older sister.
Twenty-five days of smiling at a man who scowled at me. Then day twenty-six happened.
Same books, new home. Here's what's different, and what's coming.
Troy was a myth until somebody dug it up. Hold your beliefs loose and every new find stops feeling like a threat.
A smashed skull from China, a DNA study that didn't know about it, and both landing in the same place.
Mixed reviews, and I expected nothing. Then it sat with me for seven days, and I started reading about Troy again.
Every book is a gamble, even after forty of them. Here's the one I'm about to make.
I'd never seen a Tom Holland Spider-Man. Now I think he's the best one. Also, a revised score for Disclosure Day.
This morning's Tibetan poem compared us to trees, and the message was simple enough to act on today.
June 30th, 1908. Siberia. No crater, no fragments, and a list of suspects that includes Nikola Tesla.
I bought a scale for fun. Ten days later the AI suggested I see a professional.
Some of life is what you're looking at, and who you're standing beside while you look at it.
Our ancestors lived through thousand-foot walls of water and ten-degree swings. We got the quiet window. Here's what that's worth.
My great-grandfather died in my grandparents' back room. Three of us met him in there, years apart.
Eighth grade, an abandoned house in the woods, and the kid nobody wanted to hang around with.