Wednesday, January 25, 2006

where is my flying car, dammit?

well, it looks like once a week is the best you're going to get. i hate blogger so much i've quit posting. what i really, desperately want is for someone to design me a damn site and set up Wordpress so i don't have to think about it. dammit. i used to be good at these things. i remember when it was so simple...entries, archives, a bio. now i have to deal with things i don't understand. what is RSS and why should i care about it?

Mom's visit came and went, and there was much fun and rain to be had. after weeks and weeks of non-stop sunshine, the five days she was here it didn't even make an appearance. We did dumb tourist things and she did all the things she always does when she visits me - gives me money and buys me food and clothing. Hello age 25.

we had a semi-creepy experience at the Johnson Space Center. it hadn't processed in my brain that going to NASA on a Saturday during a time when no shuttles were in space would result in the "campus" (as they call it) being rather dead. campus was an appropriate name for it, because it had all the architectural charm of a midwestern state university built in the early 80s. there was almost no one there, i guess it was just bare bones crew that remained. we rode around on this strange little tram, and it freezing fucking cold, and there almost nothing to see. mission control was eeriely quiet, like a carefully dressed but as yet unused stage set.

i did end up take a good amount of pictures, because i have an incurable interest in quiet, deserted places. i prefer the things people leave behind to the people themselves: chairs left askew, papers spread across a desk, a half empty coffee cup. it was like the NASA time forgot.

all of these were taken looking down onto the astronaut simulation training area.

the touristy "Space Center Houston" part of the whole gig was mostly geared toward kids: large climbing jungle gyms, overpriced bad food and overpriced cheesy souvenirs. and of course the tear-jerking, lump-in-the-throat-inducing rah-rah documentary films about the space program that, despite my deeply ingrained cynicism, had me welling up at times.

i have this thing for space travel, see, not in any real, technological or scientific way, but more in the "slipped the surly bonds of earth" kind of way. it's something mysterious and highly romantic for me, something i can't really explain easily. i just get really weirdly emotional. when John Glenn went back into space during my senior year of high school, i watched it on TV in Advanced Biology class and had to do everything i could to not cry. and one summer, many moons ago (har har), my sister and i watched Apollo 13 every day. for weeks.

i think this probably all goes back to Star Trek, and my innate indignation at the fact that no one has invented warp drive yet and i still haven't met any Vulcans.


alexis said...

i've been meaning to tell you... i'm a vulcan.

1:03 PM  
Rhymes With Scrabble said...

Haha, we are crochety old bloggers. I felt the same way. WordPress really IS easy, though. What hosting service do you use? Verve has an automated install on the control panel.

7:02 PM  
Rhymes With Scrabble said...

Oh, yeah, and you probably didn't see my comment reply: I would love a copy of that old mix track listing, if you've got it.

7:03 PM  
John said...

I have no clue about RSS myself, and so far it hasn't been a problem. I don't see anything about Wordpress on the verve control panel, but maybe I'm not looking in the right place

9:08 PM  
Rhymes With Scrabble said...

It's an installation under "Fantastico" in Preinstalled Scripts, John. They also offer b2evolution, Nucleus, and pMachine Free.

9:54 AM  
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