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27 JULY 2006
Rolling, spiraling: The last time I blogged, I was frazzled, in the middle of covering a shuttle mission.
8 JULY 2006
Emotional: Do you feel weepier on some days than others? If you're a guy, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. Women, try to deny it. Maybe you're one of the lucky ones. As feminist as I am, I have to admit that some days I just want to cry more than other days. This was one of those days. I think part of it has to do with working a zillion hours in the past few weeks and being away from home while on the job day and night, weekends, etc.
I scraped together a couple of hours and saw "The Devil Wears Prada" tonight, and though it didn't quite answer that question, it certainly raised it. I liked the film a lot. Haven't read the book, though I usually try to do that first, but the film was smart, fun and filled with good performances and far too many good-looking people. I do understand it was about fashionistas, but if Anne Hathaway goes into a speech about how she's "not skinny," what kind of room does that leave the rest of us? Good lord, a forklift must have to carry me to work every day. I guess the important thing was that she looked really good in clothes, though the story tried to convince us otherwise.
Anyway, being in the theater for the first time in a long stretch of my Netflix life, I was pleased to hear no cell phones go off, and I was sorry to be subjected to 20 minutes of trailers. Which brings us back to weepiness. There was a trailer for "World Trade Center," and you know what that's about. I teared up watching it, not because the clips or editing or music were particularly effective, but because I will never get over how horrible human beings can be to other human beings. And really, I don't think we need to relive the tragedy. At least, I don't want to. Maybe a better tribute would be living a better life, bombing fewer people and thinking a little more about consequences, but all I have control over is my own little back yard, and maybe not even that.
6 JULY 2006
Sleep? What sleep? I'm in Houston, covering a shuttle mission. It's kind of weird having to travel from Florida to Houston to cover something happening more than 200 miles up anyway. I mean, I'm not really any closer. But mission controllers and flight directors are here, so I am, too, along with the rest of the space press corps. It's a small group and probably a sleep-deprived one. The astronauts stick to their own schedule, and as the mission wears on, it's mostly in the middle of the night. My night. I want 24 hours off just so I can sleep. Maybe I'll write more later. Right now, I'm about to lapse into unconsciousness.
Side note from my cobwebby mind: I'm doing a lot of Web videos for my newspaper. It's kind of fun, but I'm surrounded by so many electronics, I should probably be wearing a tin foil hat.
3 JULY 2006
Kissy, kissy: Two pileated woodpeckers take a break from destroying a rotten branch and go beak-to-beak behind our house.
2 JULY 2006
Storms vs. shuttle: It's not exactly the best time of year to be launching a space shuttle, nor the best time of day, but NASA tried again and scrubbed for storms today. Seeing as how I've worked about two weeks' worth of hours in the past seven days straight, since our newspaper is doing heavy coverage of the event, I'm not altogether sorry to get a rest day before the next attempt on July 4 and the subsequent scurry to Houston. I know, it's a holiday, but when you work the space beat, you come to accept that holidays, weekends and other "normal" benefits of life are no longer relevant... at least till you move on to covering something like puppies.