"I feel like my skin is a damp cheesecloth, " moans Bontecou after a night in the spartan wood-and-stucco house where the guests stay.

FORBES: Painful pleasure

Keldysh recited a poem in Russian, Mstislav made a joke about Gogol, then we sealed up this weird stew with cheesecloth mesh, as we do the rest of the topsoil, to keep it from absconding in the zero-G.

NEWYORKER: Lostronaut