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40 years of Conspiracy Theories
Jul. 20th, 2009 09:50 pmI have a lot of random, not very deep thoughts about the 40 year anniversary of us reaching the moon.
First and foremost, for some odd reason, I think of my Uncle Charles. He went to his grave positive it was a conspiracy, that we never reached the moon. His reasoning? It says somewhere in the Bible that man can never reach the stars. We had a lot of religious nuts in the family. Especially given that my grandfather was a faith healer. Oh well.
Secondly, I had a job when I was in college, a summer job, working at a plant that made parts used by the Apollo missions. So it was pretty close to home when all that was happening, so we were doubly glued to the TV.
Also, when we nearly lost Apollo 13, I was working for Pratt and Whitney at their Research Lab outside of Hartford, CT. We were involved in helping NASA figure a way to get them home. Again, we were all massively personally involved and felt as if it were us who were up there, and as if we had a stake in actually getting them home. We did, I suppose, to a tiny degree anyway.
It's a shame, really, that today we have no - zero - massive and seemingly impossible dreams we're working toward. We're so poor in that department that we think we can't even manage to see that everyone gets health care. Hard to see us believing we can conquer the Universe, or even Mars, given that.
So sad.
First and foremost, for some odd reason, I think of my Uncle Charles. He went to his grave positive it was a conspiracy, that we never reached the moon. His reasoning? It says somewhere in the Bible that man can never reach the stars. We had a lot of religious nuts in the family. Especially given that my grandfather was a faith healer. Oh well.
Secondly, I had a job when I was in college, a summer job, working at a plant that made parts used by the Apollo missions. So it was pretty close to home when all that was happening, so we were doubly glued to the TV.
Also, when we nearly lost Apollo 13, I was working for Pratt and Whitney at their Research Lab outside of Hartford, CT. We were involved in helping NASA figure a way to get them home. Again, we were all massively personally involved and felt as if it were us who were up there, and as if we had a stake in actually getting them home. We did, I suppose, to a tiny degree anyway.
It's a shame, really, that today we have no - zero - massive and seemingly impossible dreams we're working toward. We're so poor in that department that we think we can't even manage to see that everyone gets health care. Hard to see us believing we can conquer the Universe, or even Mars, given that.
So sad.
