Hiatus

As many of you have probably gathered by now, Absolute Science is on hiatus.

Each show takes at least 10 hours to produce (and often much more). Between Adam's new job and my unexpected success with the Grammar Girl podcast, we just aren't able to keep up with Absolute Science right now.

I can't express how much we have both enjoyed working on the show and receiving your feedback, questions, and support. We do hope to produce new episodes in the future, but I can't say when (and it's possible that we're delusional).

In the meantime, I'll probably post interesting science stories here on the blog.

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