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Space...The Final Frontier
Thank You for stating the truth in a much better (and more fact filled) manner than I could. Certain other (unnamed) diarists here should take a note. If you want to rant on an issue, at least make sure you have some facts to back up your opinion, other wise you're just shooting hot air out your ass, and the stink will chase away anyone with sense.
Yes I too spent the better part of my Jr. Hi years dreaming of the Stars. My bedroom alternated between quarters on the Enterprise, and the cockpit of the Millenium Falcon. I discovered Star Wars when it first entered the universe in 1977 (I was 8), and later became a Trekkie at age 12 when one of the Canadian stations started running Star Trek reruns (original series) on Saturday morning. It was a station that only came in on odd numbered days when the moon was full and there was and E in the month, but fuzzy or not I had to watch. I was enamored of Spock and McCoy and Scotty. Checkov was cute, and Uhura was someone I looked up to and admired. Even that old Ham sandwich Kirk was someone to look up to. Space wasn't just dust and rocks, it was the 99.999999999999999.....of the universe that was unknown. The more we learned about what was out there, the more we understand ourselves. To think we are alone is to have one hell of an ego.
It is about understanding just how insignificant we really are in the grand sceme of things, even though we are quite important in the here and now to those who know and love us. What we do can and will have a great effect on the future, however the universe will keep on churning with our with out us. To think it centers on us, is to have an ego of astronomical proportions.
I dreamed of being an astronaut, of seeing the stars. I dreamed of (and as a small child had nightmares of , thanks to my dad's love of Project Blue Book) meeting other life forms and of seeing other worlds. It wasn't until I got older and realized that a)I was not cut out for the military life, b)I would never stand a snowballs chance of meeting the physical requirements and c)as smart as I was my grades and transcripts were no where near good enough to qualify for NASA. I was a frustrated female Wesley Crusher wannabe. I was forced to live my dream vicariously thru movies, books and television.
But the space program is about so much more. It is more than just exploring. I am sure when Columbus set sail he was also told that there was nothing out there, but the edge of the world. (Heck my great great grandfather still believed the world was flat and that was only about 200 years ago). People thought Marco Polo was nuts, Trail blazers and explorers have always been seen as just a little left of sane, and yet years later they are heroes and the bane of history classes everywhere. Many people we study and now view as ahead of thier time were not seen the ame way by thier contemporaries. I am sure more than one person thought that Magellan needed his head examined.
The space program is also about making life better right here on Earth. Enjoying the internet on your PC, thank Nasa, and the department of defense. Without the need for scientists to comunicate with each other securily around the world even in the even of major world catastrophes, there would have been no Arpnet, and no internet.
Watch the weather report? With out satellites courtesy your friendly neighborhood space program we would still be taking wild guesses. Made a long distance cell phone call? Do away with the space program, and you can kiss that good bye. Thank the maker people who want to maintain the status quo and stay comfy in their little tiny corner never looking away for more, aren't the majority. If they ran the planet, we'd all still be eating raw meat and wild berries in a cave somewhere.
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.