Saturday, September 29, 2018
To follow up on yesterday's post, I found out why there were Barbie dolls in the science department. Apparently one of the teachers used to do physics experiments with his middle school students that involved throwing Barbies off the school roof wearing parachutes. This is according to another teacher, a woman, who said the practice has since stopped. It does seem a bit misogynist, doesn't it?
Well, there's certainly a lot of that going around these days.
I don't know the details about what's happening with the Kavanaugh nomination, because I am still choosing to protect my sanity by doing things other than reading the news. But I have skimmed the headlines -- because I can't stop absorbing all information -- and I'm glad the administration and Senate Republicans have decided to make room for an FBI investigation. These are serious issues, and Kavanaugh showed some worrying tendencies during the hearing.
Dave and I went last night to see a special invitation-only screening of "First Man," the biopic about Neil Armstrong and the first moon landing. (We got the invitation through some people at school.) It's an excellent movie, and harrowing in places. Whoever did the sound editing definitely deserves an Oscar -- you feel like you're inside those rattletrap spaceships, with all the noise and vibration and spinning and rolling. The movie does a wonderful job conveying how miraculous that moon landing was, considering our technological capabilities at the time. I mean, think about what televisions and cars were like in the late 1960s compared to now. And we sent men to the moon! It's incredible.
I once met Neil Armstrong, when I did a story for our college paper about an event focusing on the future of the space program. It was in October 1985, just a few months before the Challenger explosion changed everything, and my editors flew me to Tallahassee to cover the discussion. I came back with a rather lightweight story, and when my news editor read it, he said, "Well, that wasn't what I thought it would be." As in, "I flew you all the way to Tallahassee for that?!" Judge for yourself:
Maybe not my finest journalistic moment, but I don't see how I could have done any better. When you cover an event, it is what it is, you know? At least I got to meet Armstrong -- I even got his autograph, though I no longer have it.
Anyway, "First Man" is well worth it if you want a riveting movie!
(Top photo: Shopfronts in Cricklewood.)