the whole space thing
i forgot all about it until i saw this tv movie last night about apollo 11 and the whole going to the moon thing. and i got to thinking about all sorts of random things. like...
- i have never had a dream where i could fly. i've had a few where i could mysteriously transport myself all over, but never fly.
- i have never had an urge to go out into space. i really love sci-fi movies and things, but if nothing else, they've made me want to go into space even less.
i just can't forget the image of john lithgow (i think?) being left after some space walk and floating off into space, waiting to die when the oxygene runs out.
also, seeing the glass coffins in the sci-fi series v where an adulterous girl was put alive into and thenshoved out into space until her air ran out freaked me.
- i wonder if neil armstrong was even the teeniest afraid when he first jumped down onto the moon surface? i mean, how could he be really, really sure it wasn't some kind of space quicksand that would suck him down to die? or that an underground moon earth worm a la tremors and dune and star wars wouldn't burst up and swallow him?
read the transcript from when neil armstrong took the leap here.
the whole writer thing
i never realized there was a guy in lunar orbit waiting around to pick neil and buzz back up. i know that shows how ignorant i can be, but really, i had no idea.
and the whole idea of spending hours in complete solitude, complete silence really intrigued me. the guy in the movie said something like "there's 5 billion on the other side of the moon, and on this side it's just me and whatever exists in space. it feels pretty good."
which got me thinking that it would be really, really cool to write a fictional book about a man in that same situation - not a big "i'm alone on a voyage in space" cliche's, but a really tense, compact psychological thing about the man's thought's while in this complete dark spot.
you know, like gerald's game by stephen king.
i know, i know, i'll never write it, but for a moment, just a brief moment, it was really nice to imagine myself borrowing books and movies and reading nasa transcripts to get the whole story to work.
it's funny - i really love to think of things that would make good books or movies, but i can't think of a single one i'd have the audacity to write. i think of myself as more of a verbal story teller. not that i've told any stories to anyone in a few years, but still.
it always puzzles me, though, because ever since i was very young i've been told by people that i'll write a book some day. i don't agree with them, but it baffles me a bit that so many keep saying it to me. i think the latest was maria just a week ago.
ah well. me - i very much doubt it. :)
the whole tidbits thing
in a way i was relieved that they found jfk jr's body. i know it won't stop the loons from claiming he's really alive in the future, but at least it will put his family at some sort of ease.
i got a long snailmail letter from reshma a few days ago. i can't believe i'm actually doing snailmail correspondence!
gene e-mailed me today. and here i was having fun feeling sorry for myself coz he hadn't since we left in may. he mentioned something about having sung karaoke. i hope this doesn't give him strange ideas for the coming fall when we try and think of things to do on weekends.
i started the miscellaneous section. currently, you'll find scans of my t-shirts, and a list of 101 actors in no particular order i find cute. later this week i expect to have added my list of 101 actresses too.
bye. :)