with jesus as my mission commander
If one were to refer to my lj entry from December 19th, I mentioned a poster Lori and I found on Brunswick Ave., which, using my almost preternatural googling skills, I determined was a print based on a Soviet postage stamp from 1965 commemorating of the first extravehicular spacewalk. I also posted an image of the original stamp.
Well, turns out my dear friend and co-author Matthew was a somewhat serious stamp collector in his youth, and while nostalgically browsing through his (most Canadian, mind you) collection, guess what he found? The very same 1965 Soviet postage stamp! What are the chances, that of all the stamps from all the years of all the countries, that he would come across this same one just a little over a week later.
Could this be "a sign" of some sort? What are we to make of the dichromatic image of this smiling cosmonaut floating in the heavens? Could it be that I'm meant to travel beyond the outer atmosphere, beyond the pull of the earth's gravity and into the depthless vacuum of space? I think it can mean nothing else. I've decided to build a craft to achieve the goal that destiny has laid before me. I will construct the components of the device in the small concrete stairway between the doors connecting the bedroom of my basement apartment and the back yard. Final assembly and launch will take place in the back yard itself.
I know what you're thinking, but I'm fully confident that my formal training in political theory and cultural studies are applicable to this project, as they will be complimented by the countless hours that I have spent watching Star Trek and television documentaries about space narrated by Star Trek cast members. I estimate that my chances of lifting off without exploding are good, statistically outmatched only by the probability that I will be able to obtain and operate the required tools, including a welding torch.
If anybody wishes to come with me, you must let me know as soon as possible so that I can design and construct the craft to accommodate the appropriate number of passengers.
Well, turns out my dear friend and co-author Matthew was a somewhat serious stamp collector in his youth, and while nostalgically browsing through his (most Canadian, mind you) collection, guess what he found? The very same 1965 Soviet postage stamp! What are the chances, that of all the stamps from all the years of all the countries, that he would come across this same one just a little over a week later.
Could this be "a sign" of some sort? What are we to make of the dichromatic image of this smiling cosmonaut floating in the heavens? Could it be that I'm meant to travel beyond the outer atmosphere, beyond the pull of the earth's gravity and into the depthless vacuum of space? I think it can mean nothing else. I've decided to build a craft to achieve the goal that destiny has laid before me. I will construct the components of the device in the small concrete stairway between the doors connecting the bedroom of my basement apartment and the back yard. Final assembly and launch will take place in the back yard itself.
I know what you're thinking, but I'm fully confident that my formal training in political theory and cultural studies are applicable to this project, as they will be complimented by the countless hours that I have spent watching Star Trek and television documentaries about space narrated by Star Trek cast members. I estimate that my chances of lifting off without exploding are good, statistically outmatched only by the probability that I will be able to obtain and operate the required tools, including a welding torch.
If anybody wishes to come with me, you must let me know as soon as possible so that I can design and construct the craft to accommodate the appropriate number of passengers.