Flashback...
Last night we watched the end of the mini series From the Earth to the Moon I have to admit that the space program makes me cry. The show is so well done too and that doesn't help. The acting and writing are just outstanding. It sorta gave me an idea on my way to work this early morning as the sun rose and created an orange sky over Mt. Rainier.
My idea is a flashback. I usually write about what is happening right now in my life. I've had a life pre blog. Granted not much of one, but still. I think I just implied that the blog is my life... uh oh.
I think I've written up this flashback before, but I have a good reason to repeat it. It's the first flashback ever. Well for me. Not that I invented the daytime TV revisionist history tool, but still this one is the very first for me.
I was born in Florida in February of 1969. No that isn't the flash back, I don't remember that far. Yes I do realize that the last two digits of the year of my birth are dirty. Yes I know I was born right at the end of the Chinese year of the monkey which according to some makes me a monkey's ass. Frankly I don't think I needed to be born in Feb to be a monkey's ass, but that's another post entirely.
I can remember sitting on the green shag carpet (hey it was 1972 I do believe!) watching TV. It was one of those big wooden things that very likely wasn't color. I can't recall. It did have a built in record player. (That was the word used in the early 70's for "turn table.") My parents played lots of "Sonny and Cher" albums on it to be sure.
I'm sitting there looking at this thing just sitting there on the TV and people were counting. They were counting backwards but I didn't really grab that. I mean for all I know (my recollection isn't that strong this was a long time ago.) I thought big bird was having a bad day was going the wrong way. Clearly the show was brought to you by the letter T because everything was T minus this and T minus that. (Did I mention I will stretch the flashbacks a little with conjecture? No? Well I will.)
Then the thing was on fire. I remember that very clearly. If you read Penn Jillette's essay in How to Play in Traffic by Penn and Teller you'll hear about the time differential between seeing the launch and feeling it. I don't say hearing because that isn't the right word. You feel it. It's so much energy going into the air that the word sound doesn't do it justice. I can't remember how much time (or T plus) it was when it hit the house, but when it hit it hit hard. It was my first earthquake and it was human made.
I remember being scooped up by my father and taken outside because that's what the fuck you do in an earthquake right? And I saw it with my own eyes streaking across the sky from the earth to the moon. Apollo 16.
Flashback 16. Apr. 1972 17:54:00 UTC(12:54:00 EST)
My idea is a flashback. I usually write about what is happening right now in my life. I've had a life pre blog. Granted not much of one, but still. I think I just implied that the blog is my life... uh oh.
I think I've written up this flashback before, but I have a good reason to repeat it. It's the first flashback ever. Well for me. Not that I invented the daytime TV revisionist history tool, but still this one is the very first for me.
I was born in Florida in February of 1969. No that isn't the flash back, I don't remember that far. Yes I do realize that the last two digits of the year of my birth are dirty. Yes I know I was born right at the end of the Chinese year of the monkey which according to some makes me a monkey's ass. Frankly I don't think I needed to be born in Feb to be a monkey's ass, but that's another post entirely.
I can remember sitting on the green shag carpet (hey it was 1972 I do believe!) watching TV. It was one of those big wooden things that very likely wasn't color. I can't recall. It did have a built in record player. (That was the word used in the early 70's for "turn table.") My parents played lots of "Sonny and Cher" albums on it to be sure.
I'm sitting there looking at this thing just sitting there on the TV and people were counting. They were counting backwards but I didn't really grab that. I mean for all I know (my recollection isn't that strong this was a long time ago.) I thought big bird was having a bad day was going the wrong way. Clearly the show was brought to you by the letter T because everything was T minus this and T minus that. (Did I mention I will stretch the flashbacks a little with conjecture? No? Well I will.)
Then the thing was on fire. I remember that very clearly. If you read Penn Jillette's essay in How to Play in Traffic by Penn and Teller you'll hear about the time differential between seeing the launch and feeling it. I don't say hearing because that isn't the right word. You feel it. It's so much energy going into the air that the word sound doesn't do it justice. I can't remember how much time (or T plus) it was when it hit the house, but when it hit it hit hard. It was my first earthquake and it was human made.
I remember being scooped up by my father and taken outside because that's what the fuck you do in an earthquake right? And I saw it with my own eyes streaking across the sky from the earth to the moon. Apollo 16.
Flashback 16. Apr. 1972 17:54:00 UTC(12:54:00 EST)
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