My emotions about space travel, and the history of, are strong today.
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My emotions about space travel, and the history of, are strong today.
Kennedy didn't care about rocks. He didnt send brave souls to the Moon for science. The goal was to beat the Russians to the Moon, to defeat the great bogeyman of mid-century America and score a win for republican democracy over communism. . . . Apollo was a planetary-scale boast, a giant risk with high reward, a daring gamble for a youthful nation. It was propaganda at its finest. Its astronauts were upstanding white Protestant men who had traditional families and wore casual pants and drank whiskey from highball glasses. They were red-blooded American heroes who cooked homemade pizzas and played baseball with their kids, then put on spacesuits and did the impossible. They were Manifest Destiny incarnate, bursting with promise and American masculinity, their legacy rising like the phallic rockets that launched them. . . . Humans have touched the Moon—Americans have touched it— but that is not enough for China, or India, or even the United States in the twenty-first century C.E. The leaders of these countries each want their particular brands of boots to mar its surface, and their own particular twenty-first-century names engraved on plaques to be mounted forever in its dust. We have to identify the real reasons why we'd like to revisit the Moon, and what we would do once we got there. Will we go back because it's still hard? Because we have something to prove, some faceless enemy nation to impress? Because we would like some rocks in the name of science? Because we would like to make money? Or because of something grander, something more ineffable?
— Rebecca Boyle, "Our Moon: A Human History" (Emphasis mine)
We're going back to the moon– let's remember why we went there in the first place, and ask why we're going back now.
WELCOME BACK ARTEMIS II CREW!!!!!
Since there’s four aboard I’d thought I recreate abbey road especially since Project Hail Mary is fresh in my mind
Amaze ! Amaze ! Amaze !
PS their order is how the got out of the pod <3
Just imagine what it's going to be like when they start actually landing on the moon again.
Love how committed the scicomm folks are to gassing the astronauts up reporting each time their observations get cheering or fist pumps in the science room
made this.
inspo post:
Apologies to people who followed me for Warhammer shit or any of my other nerd stuff, but for a while this blog will be about space exploration because OH MY GOD WE WENT BACK TO THE MOON AND IT’S SO COOL!
O, star sailers
O, travellers
O, brave ones
O, loved ones
Fly in your little ship, far from our arms
We built it with love, to keep you safe from harm
With the wires, we watch
In the science, we belive
So we send you rocketing
To the ceiling you all cling
You head from the forest
In the name of wild goddess
We are dogs, who hunt for answers
Microscopes, formulas, brain enhancers
We are story tellers who make your stories
We are throwers and we throw you high
Take with you our hearts, as you sail around the moon
The gaint cosmic sea, our brains your only boon
Do no fear the unknown, for we carry torches
You will push boundies, for the trillionth time
Soar and fly, think and question, eat and sleep
The vessel’s made of metal, but you are made of meat
We watch you on your journey, we calculate your path
As we all pay attention, soon you will be home
All goes right as you fall, and air comes around you
Your mother you’ve returned to, Dirt from which you flew
The ocean you were made in, cradles the metal close
We watch and we swim and we greet you, welcome home