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why you never go after your space wrench
Feb. 24th, 2011 01:36 pm20 Minutes of Oxygen, a music video by my favourite Mike Jackson for Toren's local Lovecraftian indie darlings, The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets. (Costumes by our own lovely AJ.)
Feb. 24th, 2011
Novelty Seekers and Drug Abusers (might) Tap Same Brain Reward System.
The space shuttle Discovery had its final launch today. I watched from home, glued to my laptop screen, as the entire process played out over live streaming video from Florida, while Tony watched it with me over messenger, cheering for the crew from his Microsoft office in Redmond. We were a small slice of the future right then, together though separate, witnessing history through now common technology, eyes on an image televised live from the side of a rocket roaring with fire into outer space. The number of viewers at the foot of the screen declared that we'd shared the experience with over 30,000 other people. Beautiful. With that number there and Tony's words on the screen, it was the first time in almost a week that I haven't felt lonely.
The space shuttle Discovery had its final launch today. I watched from home, glued to my laptop screen, as the entire process played out over live streaming video from Florida, while Tony watched it with me over messenger, cheering for the crew from his Microsoft office in Redmond. We were a small slice of the future right then, together though separate, witnessing history through now common technology, eyes on an image televised live from the side of a rocket roaring with fire into outer space. The number of viewers at the foot of the screen declared that we'd shared the experience with over 30,000 other people. Beautiful. With that number there and Tony's words on the screen, it was the first time in almost a week that I haven't felt lonely.