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Monday, November 22   >>


Something's missing. And I think.






This year started really shitty, and now it's ending on beautifully high notes. I know it's really fucking gay to measure your life in years, but this is the first time I've seen polar results from the way a year starts to the way it ends. It's almost like a movie! Except I'm way hotter than Clooney.

I'd like to think it was something else that changed things for the better, however I find it really hard to imagine that anyone besides myself was able to turn it around. So, for that, I'm giving myself high-fives. High-fiving a million angels! AWWW YEAHHH MEAT PLATES ALL AROUND!



I've been watching a lot of documentaries on the birth of the U.S. space program and orbital and lunar landing missions. They're really fascinating, especially for a guy like me who used to collect books on space as a child and write OUT-OF-SCHOOL book reports--AS IN, YES, BOOK REPORTS I WANTED TO WRITE FOR NO APPARENT REASON AT ALL OTHER THAN SELF-FULFILLMENT--so it's no surprise my love for space sciences has been recently reinvigorated.

When you're a kid, and you wonder if you could ever be an astronaut, you have an A-B complex. Hell, I don't even know if I'd call it a complex; it's more a simplex based on never having any range of existential knowledge.

You study.

You exercise.

You go to the moon.


However, as you age and grow up, and realize how insignificant you and your peers and your country and your planet is in relation to, well, the very idea of "everything," it's easy to look past the logistics and at least try to imagine the magnitude of leaving earth.

It's then that you realize space travel is a big deal. It's a really big fucking deal.

Whether or not you think it's "important" is another matter; if you can wrap your head around how significant it is that Man has, by its own will and (dare I say) ARROGANT ambition, taken itself TO WALK ON THE FUCKING MOON, then you can understand the blatant hugeness of it all.

A lot of astronauts who've done lunar orbits or landings all have stories about how massive this is in human evolution and about how much space travel has permanently altered their personal perspectives in understanding human nature, all veiled in "inconceivable" speak since, really, it kinda fucking is.

Essentially, it's the ultimate one-up on everyone else's understanding of the world, and not in vain of having "been up there" but knowing what's REALLY up "down here."