If you enjoyed our interview with Frederik Pohl--former firefighter, race horse piss collector, cryogenics expert, futurist, member of the Young Communist League, and a little tiny achievement called being the last living writer from the Golden Age of Science Fiction, with three Hugos and several Nebulas under his belt--you'll probably like his new blog. Actually, you'll like his blog anyway. We told you he was a bad-ass, even at 89 years of age, but now you can read about it from the source. First post he's talking about the glory days of being friends with Arthur C. Clarke; by post three he's taking photos of erupting volcanoes from the edge of a cruise liner. You win, Mr. Pohl.
