And your life is a question of velocity and altitude
Today, my parents and I went out to the National Air & Space Museum's Udvar-Hazy Center, which I lamentably cannot get to on my own since it is way the heck out by the Dulles Airport and there is no public transportation out that way (and the Center is out in the middle of nowhere off a highway, so it's not like I could walk from somewhere nearish even). But happily that is what parents with cars are for. \o/
So, the Udvar-Hazy Center is another fabulous aerospace geeky place. It is in a GIANT hangar and they have all kinds of huge planes and stuff. (Like, one of the Concorde planes, the Enola Gay, an SR-71 Blackbird, etc.) It is awesome. I was in raptures of geeky glee. It's mostly aviation stuff, but they also have a smaller hangar for more space stuff, which includes the Space Shuttle Enterprise (and a bunch of missiles, but I skipped by those 'cause they're rather distressing; I'm more into the exploration aspects of aviation and spaceflight, rather than the military stuffs).
And there's just so much to see! Besides the insane amount of things with wings, they also have artifacts in display cases with all kinds of interesting odds & ends and the requisite explanatory panels of detailed information. (Lots of stuff used by the Lindberghs, several funny-looking uniforms, models of planes, etc.) And there's an observation tower, too, (165 feet up) where you can look out on the pretty trees around and the Dulles Airport runways. We spent five hours there! And we didn't even read everything 'cause it was so tiring.
Oh, it was a fabulous day! :D
So for today, an aviation poem (written by a WWII pilot):
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Death is a matter of mathematics.
It screeches down at you from dirty white nothingness
And your life is a question of velocity and altitude,
With allowances for wind and the quick, relentless pull
Of gravity.
Or else it lies concealed
In that fleecy, peaceful puff of cloud ahead.
A streamlined, muttering vulture, waiting
To swoop upon you with a rush of steel.
And then your chances vary as the curves
Of your parabolas, your banks, your dives,
The scientific soundness of your choice
Of what to push or pull, and how, and when.
~ "Death Is A Matter Of Mathematics" by Barry Conrad Amiel
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Also, check [ this ] out. It is an animated version of the poem created by the poet's grandson, and it's really cool.
So, the Udvar-Hazy Center is another fabulous aerospace geeky place. It is in a GIANT hangar and they have all kinds of huge planes and stuff. (Like, one of the Concorde planes, the Enola Gay, an SR-71 Blackbird, etc.) It is awesome. I was in raptures of geeky glee. It's mostly aviation stuff, but they also have a smaller hangar for more space stuff, which includes the Space Shuttle Enterprise (and a bunch of missiles, but I skipped by those 'cause they're rather distressing; I'm more into the exploration aspects of aviation and spaceflight, rather than the military stuffs).
And there's just so much to see! Besides the insane amount of things with wings, they also have artifacts in display cases with all kinds of interesting odds & ends and the requisite explanatory panels of detailed information. (Lots of stuff used by the Lindberghs, several funny-looking uniforms, models of planes, etc.) And there's an observation tower, too, (165 feet up) where you can look out on the pretty trees around and the Dulles Airport runways. We spent five hours there! And we didn't even read everything 'cause it was so tiring.
Oh, it was a fabulous day! :D
So for today, an aviation poem (written by a WWII pilot):
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Death is a matter of mathematics.
It screeches down at you from dirty white nothingness
And your life is a question of velocity and altitude,
With allowances for wind and the quick, relentless pull
Of gravity.
Or else it lies concealed
In that fleecy, peaceful puff of cloud ahead.
A streamlined, muttering vulture, waiting
To swoop upon you with a rush of steel.
And then your chances vary as the curves
Of your parabolas, your banks, your dives,
The scientific soundness of your choice
Of what to push or pull, and how, and when.
~ "Death Is A Matter Of Mathematics" by Barry Conrad Amiel
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Also, check [ this ] out. It is an animated version of the poem created by the poet's grandson, and it's really cool.