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Let History Never Forget the Name Enterprise

Just as the captains of the fictional 24th century Starfleet blazed a trail among the stars, the space shuttle Enterprise helped pave the way for future space exploration. 

Fifty years ago, Star Trek debuted with the USS Enterprise as the main space-faring vessel used in much of the Star Trek universe. As such, the vessel holds a treasured place in the hearts of Star Trek fans and is as much of a character in the show as Kirk and Spock. Over three different series and a total of 14 seasons on TV and 13 feature films, the iterations of Enterprise have captured the imaginations and provided inspiration for its fans across the globe. 

This brief history of the shuttle tells the tale of humanity’s first reusable spacecraft. Space shuttles were first built in the late 1970s and were flown in space from 1981 to 2011. Their missions ranged from helping to build the International Space Station to repairing the Hubble Space Telescope.   

It’s All In The Name

The first shuttle was originally to be named Constitution, celebrating the country’s bicentennial and was to be unveiled to the public on Constitution Day, Sept. 17, 1976. However, a massive letter-writing campaign by Star Trek fans prompted President Gerald Ford to suggest the change. In the above photo, we see the shuttle Enterprise rolled out in Palmdale, California, with cast members of Star Trek on Sept. 17, 1976. 

To Boldly Go …

This circular red, white and blue emblem was  the official insignia for the Space Shuttle Approach and Landing Test flights and became a model for future space shuttle mission patch designs, including placing the names of the crew on the patch . The four astronauts listed on the patch are: 

Fred Haise., commander of the first crew 

Charles Fullerton, pilot of the first crew 

Joe Engle, commander of the second crew 

Dick Truly, pilot of the second crew 

First Impressions

In this image, Enterprise makes its first appearance mated to its boosters as it is slowly rolled to the huge Vehicle Assembly Building (VAB) at Kennedy Space Center. Although she never flew in space, shuttle Enterprise underwent a series of fit and function checks on the pad in preparation for the first launch of its sister craft, Columbia.

Not Meant To Be

Enterprise sits on Launch Complex 39 at Kennedy Space Center undergoing tests after completing its 3.5 mile journey from the VAB. Have you ever wondered why Enterprise never went into space? Converting Enterprise from a training vehicle to space-worthy one was too cost prohibitive, our engineers felt.

Engage

Commander Fred Haise and pilot Charles Fullerton are seen in the cockpit of Enterprise prior to the fifth and final Approach and Landing Test at Dryden Flight Research Center (Armstrong Flight Research Center). The tests were performed to learn about the landing characteristics of the shuttle.

It’s Been An Honor To Serve With You

The Enterprise’s two crews pose for a photo op at the Rockwell International Space Division’s Orbiter assembly facility at Palmdale, California. They are (left to right) Charles Fullerton, Fred Haise, Joe Engle and Dick Truly.

Fair Winds And Following Seas

On July 6, 2012, the Enterprise, atop a barge, passes the Statue of Liberty on its way to the Intrepid Sea, Air and Space Museum, where is now permanently on display.

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I would walk 500 miles

And I would walk 500 more

Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles to catch a bulbasaur

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Australian comedian Jim Jefferies points out the ridiculousness of American pro-gun arguments. x x

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PREACH

[davebiab]

For everyone who struggles to find the motivation to do everything they want to, I tried an insane experiment on myself that you might be interested in. It’s long, but I really think it’s worth it:

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Kenny Baker, the actor who played R2-D2, has died at the age of 83. The 3 foot, 8 inch actor was the man inside the droid for the original and prequel trilogies. He also played Paploo the Ewok in Return of the Jedi, and appeared in Time Bandits and Flash Gordon. 

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Wtf es esto!!?!??? Tiene una pintaza tremenda :D :D

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I wanted my first-year film students to understand what happens to a story when actual human beings inhabit your characters, and the way they can inspire storytelling. And I wanted to teach them how to look at headshots and what you might be able to tell from a headshot. So for the past few years I’ve done a small experiment with them.

Some troubling shit always occurs.

It works like this: I bring in my giant file of head shots, which include actors of all races, sizes, shapes, ages, and experience levels. Each student picks a head shot from the stack and gets a few minutes to sit with the person’s face and then make up a little story about them. 

Namely, for white men, they have no trouble coming up with an entire history, job, role, genre, time, place, and costume. They will often identify him without prompting as “the main character.” The only exception? “He would play the gay guy.” For white women, they mostly do not come up with a job (even though it was specifically asked for), and they will identify her by her relationships. “She would play the mom/wife/love interest/best friend.” I’ve heard “She would play the slut” or “She would play the hot girl.” A lot more than once.

For nonwhite men, it can be equally depressing. “He’s in a buddy cop movie, but he’s not the main guy, he’s the partner.” “He’d play a terrorist.” “He’d play a drug dealer.” “A thug.” “A hustler.” “Homeless guy.” One Asian actor was promoted to “villain.”

For nonwhite women (grab onto something sturdy, like a big glass of strong liquor), sometimes they are “lucky” enough to be classified as the girlfriend/love interest/mom, but I have also heard things like “Well, she’d be in a romantic comedy, but as the friend, you know?” “Maid.” “Prostitute.” “Drug addict.”

I should point out that the responses are similar whether the group is all or mostly-white or extremely racially mixed, and all the groups I’ve tried this with have been about equally balanced between men and women, though individual responses vary. Women do a little better with women, and people of color do a little better with people of color, but female students sometimes forget to come up with a job for female actors and black male students sometimes tell the class that their black male actor wouldn’t be the main guy.

Once the students have made their pitches, we interrogate their opinions. “You seem really sure that he’s not the main character – why? What made you automatically say that?” “You said she was a mom. Was she born a mom, or did she maybe do something else with her life before her magic womb opened up and gave her an identity? Who is she as a person?” In the case of the “thug“, it turns out that the student was just reading off his film resume. This brilliant African American actor who regularly brings houses down doing Shakespeare on the stage and more than once made me weep at the beauty and subtlety of his performances, had a list of film credits that just said “Thug #4.” “Gang member.” “Muscle.” Because that’s the film work he can get. Because it puts food on his table.

So, the first time I did this exercise, I didn’t know that it would turn into a lesson on racism, sexism, and every other kind of -ism. I thought it was just about casting. But now I know that casting is never just about casting, and this day is a real teachable opportunity. Because if we do this right, we get to the really awkward silence, where the (now mortified) students try to sink into their chairs. Because, hey, most of them are proud Obama voters! They have been raised by feminist moms! They don’t want to be or see themselves as being racist or sexist. But their own racism and sexism is running amok in the room, and it’s awkward.

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This for every time someone criticizes how characters of color and female characters of color especially are treated in text and by subsequent fandoms.  It’s never “just a television/movie/book”. It’s never been ”just”.

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“…and by subsequent fandoms.“ <— bless this addition.

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This one is always worth reblogging. When I say, “Representation matters,” it’s not just the presence of PoC, women, PwD, LGBTQIA, in narrative, it’s the roles are those characters are occupying.

The hall of mirrors that is the interplay between fiction and real life becomes a negative feedback loop with real consequences, because we internalize things and then we act them out.

Storytelling is a powerful thing. What stories are we telling, and why?

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How media clearly reflects the sexism and the racism we cannot see in ourselves.

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This is extremely important. My cast is deliberately non diverse to denounce this, to a point of ridicule (although I do show diversity in other fields), since it’s the world of darkness, but this is important and y'all should read this carefully.

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Pondremos decenas de modelos enseñando media polla. Enseñar media polla será considerado incluso de buen gusto en según qué situaciones sociales. Luego, la enseñes o no, cuando vayas por la calle las mujeres te gritarán cosas obscenas, te silbaran por la calle, o todo lo contrario, te insultarán por no encontrarte de su agrado. En las aglomeraciones, puede que una o más mujeres te toquen la polla sin tu permiso. Y un día, puede que alguien decida usar tu polla aunque tú te niegues. Y cuando vayas a denunciar, las autoridades, los medios de comunicación y la sociedad entera dirán que te lo merecías por aquella vez que enseñaste media polla. Así funcionan el machismo y el acoso a la mujer.

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Neon Genesis Evangelion

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Winter is coming. Winter is here.

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People now are like, “Your right to free speech doesn’t mean you can express an offensive opinion” Like what the fuck does right to free speech mean, then?

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David Tennant steps in to correct Donald Trump’s comments about Scotland and Brexit

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This is the best thing in the world.

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Truly an American hero.

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Soy, como muchos de vosotros, otro joven más que esta noche mira el mapa con frustración. Estoy experimentando una marea de sentimientos revueltos que van desde la tristeza al enfado. Esta noche me siento derrotado, con el pecho dolorido, con ganas de tirarme en un rincón y no volver a mirar fuera, por miedo. Siento que me quitan el futuro que sea que pueda tener, que me quitan la posibilidad de quedarme en mi casa, en mi tierra, con la gente que quiero, con las costumbres que disfruto, con los sonidos y olores con los que he crecido. Y me duele un poquito más el pecho cuanto más lo pienso. Y no paro de leer eso de “tenemos lo que merecemos”. Pues como una amiga me decía hace un rato: “¿Qué he hecho yo para merecer esto?” ¿Qué he hecho yo para merecer tener miedo? Nada. Yo, y muchos de vosotros igual que yo, sabéis que no nos merecemos esto. Hemos trabajado, en nuestra educación, en nuestra opinión, en nuestra formación, en nuestras casas, en nuestros lugares de trabajo, en las urnas… Y aun así, parece que no ha sido suficiente. Esta noche me permito sentirme frustrado, triste, enfadado, asustado, desorientado… Y me lo permito porque hemos perdido, los que hemos trabajado, los que nos hemos esforzado, los que hemos puesto nuestra ilusión en un sobre y en una urna, esperando que fueran la puerta a un cambio que parece que al final no llega. Y me lo permito esta noche porque mañana, cuando me levante, las cosas van a seguir igual de mal, y escuchar a la gente decir “tenemos lo que merecemos” no va a arreglarlo, ni va a convertirlo en cierto. Me lo permito porque mañana, yo, igual que muchos de vosotros, voy a seguir esforzándome, trabajando por un cambio que nos permita elegir qué queremos hacer, que nos permita elegir dónde vivir, que nos dé la oportunidad de llevar la vida. Esta noche me voy a tirar a un rincón, pero mañana voy a mirarme a un espejo y a decirme “Sí, se puede”