John Roderick performing “The Commander Thinks Aloud” on JoCo Cruise Crazy (by frithuswith)
because this shouldn’t be buried in a link in a related post.
IN THE EVENT OF MOON DISASTER:
Fate has ordained that the men who went to the moon to explore in peace will stay on the moon to rest in peace.
These brave men, Neil Armstrong and Edwin Aldrin, know that there is no hope for their recovery. But they also know that there is hope for mankind in their sacrifice.
These two men are laying down their lives in mankind’s most noble goal: the search for truth and understanding.
They will be mourned by their families and friends; they will be mourned by their nation; they will be mourned by the people of the world; they will be mourned by a Mother Earth that dared send two of her sons into the unknown.
In their exploration, they stirred the people of the world to feel as one; in their sacrifice, they bind more tightly the brotherhood of man.
In ancient days, men looked at stars and saw their heroes in the constellations. In modern times, we do much the same, but our heroes are epic men of flesh and blood.
Others will follow and surely find their way home. Man’s search will not be denied. But these men were the first, and they will remain the foremost in our hearts.
For every human being who looks up at the moon in the nights to come will know that there is some corner of another world that is forever mankind.
PRIOR TO THE PRESIDENT’S STATEMENT: The president should telephone each of the widows-to-be.
AFTER THE PRESIDENT’S STATEMENT, at the point when NASA ends communications with the men: A clergyman should adopt the same procedure as a burial at sea, commending their souls to “the deepest of the deep,” concluding with the Lord’s Prayer.
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I don’t understand *ANYTHING* about why this exists.
Amazon seems to have the entire Long Winters discography on sale right now for under $20 bucks.
That’s a fuckin’ steal
feelin’ like the happy genius of my household today. Not in the naked mirror dancing way myself, exactly, but feeling William Carlos Williams here for sure.
In the two and a half months since this gem was breathed into the world, rarely a day goes by when I do not hear it, endlessly over and over again in my mind.
Which means I’m crazy. Either that or Elisabeth’s llama gave me mad cow or something.
Torn between the solemn vow I made to never speak of the thing for which this was recorded, and my unrelenting narcissism. NARCISSISM WINS!
If I had to make a time capsule of what the internet was in 2011, I think these two posts would be a pretty good choice
