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When We Left Earth

I made a new icon.

Over on my child_of_orion journal I have some space icons and one of them is of the shuttle. So I posted this over there. Then I decided to improve my shuttle icon and liked it so much I wanted it over here on MLR so that I could use it more often.

The finale is tonight. They are talking about Challenger right now. I guess it's the Kennedy assassination of my generation in that we all know where we where when it happened. It was so incredibly sad. I felt like I was in shock. A lot of us did, I know. It felt like we were all walking around in a haze, and it was surreal in that no matter what classroom you went in there was a television with images of the explosion or of the astronauts training or people talking about what happened.

My guitar teacher looked a lot like Christa McAuliffe - I mean a lot like her. Every day after school I had to run to the chorus room to pick up my guitar before catching a ride home. That day was already surreal but ending it with seeing her sitting and weeping on her piano bench with reruns of the shuttle explosion airing on her room's tv coupled with my so strongly associating her with McAuliffe made a particularly strong impact on me and to this day that image that flares up in my brain at random moments. Right now, watching the explosion again and hearing the crowd's response the whole day is coming back to me. But most especially, that one moment with that one women sitting on a piano bench so lost in sorrow she didn't realize someone else was in the room.

They slipped the surly bonds of earth to touch the face of God.

In more cheerful news, I also made a bunch of Kids in the Hall icons yesterday that I haven't decided if they are good enough to share or not.

Also, in more spacey news didja see they are doing another HD documentary with the help of Ron Howard about the moon?!? Yay! Not that I have HD. But still, it's lovely.

High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor even eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

--Gillespie Magee

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