Stunning photos from the Apollo missions, and the story of how the Hasselblads were “astronaut-proofed”.
Went to a funfair with the family, scared our toddler on a carousel, won some tacky prizes and had a blast (and some bruises) on the bumper cars.
The night sky’s been interesting lately, with the July 16th lunar eclipse, great views of Jupiter and Saturn, and recurring, visible fly-bys by the International Space Station. We were messing around with Sky Guide, when suddenly ISS appeared on-screen. Checked the real sky and got our minds blown by a little, glowing space station shooting past.
My “to read”-list only grew longer this week, but with all the moon-stuff going on (Apollo 11’s 50th anniversary coinciding with the eclipse and all), there were a bunch of moon-related stories in my news reader. Very much enjoyed these two:
Not everyone was up in arms about the moon being “invaded” and “exploited for television”.
Worth going to see? I can well believe it.
Worth seeing? Mneh! I once rode through a desert
and was not charmed: give me a watered
lively garden, remote from blatherers
about the New, the von Brauns and their ilk, where
on August mornings I can count the morning
glories where to die has a meaning,
and no engine can shift my perspective.
Tried Erik Rood’s depressing free time calculator. Says I only have four years of free time left in my life, the rest is sleep, chores and work. Not the best timing, trying to enjoy a work-free summer vacation, suddenly freaking out about bullshit jobs and the ludic life and “I should have spent more time at the library with my sketchbook.”
I read once that hunting and gathering societies only work about 20 hours a week. Learning that got under my skin really bad. Wednesday is just as much a part of your life as Saturday, but you have to remind people of that. [...] My life is going to be filled with just as many Wednesdays as Saturdays, and I would like to claim more than 2/7ths of my life for myself, thanks.