I haven't thought of a title yet but screw it, I'll just start typing. I went to see Jurassic Park in IMAX 3D today with my oldest friend. Even after twenty years (by the gods, am I that old?) and at least a hundred viewings, the magic is still there. The life-sized T-rex on the giant screen probably helps. I know this movie backwards and forwards, every line, every sound effect, every tiny inaccuracy some bored nerd picked apart on the internet. And I still get swept into the adventure ...
I just watched the livestream a few minutes ago of Endeavour lifting into the sky for the last time. Not on a mission of course, as the fleet, well, what remains of it, are officially retired. It's heading for California, no doubt to spend the rest of its life as a museum exhibit or some other equally miserable fate. It makes me sad. But I also feel fortunate, as I actually witnessed a shuttle launch some years back. I do not remember which one it was but my brain wants to say Discovery. ...
And as it always is on this day, seared into memory are those eternal images. The bright blue sky, clear and oddly serene but for the thick black smoke as the twin towers of man burn and groan and sway and eventually, with grace unbecoming of tragedy, fall to the earth as the world watches in horrified silence. For what can you say when you look into the abyss? And there is only silence. On this day, 11 years ago, I was a high school freshman. It was gym class, and I was assembled ...