|maybe you just had to be there,
||[Sep. 25th, 2010|08:31 am]
but yesterday, Chip and I were: at the Canberra Deep Space Communications Complex (which is in reality an hour-plus drive out of Canberra on twisty little roads through some of the most "interesting" driving country outside the Scottish Highlands, so the Complex can sit in a sheep-grazing vale sheltered by hills from all the nearby electromagnetic noise).|
You can easily see it from the car park: DSS-46, relocated to Canberra when the Honeysuckle Creek station was shut down. The Dish that transmitted the first images of Neil Armstrong walking on the Moon.
Wow, did we both miss having Mike on that excursion.
It wasn't until we were through the Complex and back out to the car park, a couple of hours later, that we realized what the date was.
|From: dd_b |
2010-09-24 10:32 pm (UTC)
Ah; yes, you're writing from the future.
We noticed that we're attending a performance of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead tomorrow evening (the 25th here); which is an entirely suitable commemoration. We'll raise a glass at dinner.
That's very appropriate.
I might watch the DVD.
The other day we were watching Barton's Playing Shakespeare, a series the RSC did in the eighties about Shakespeare, and there was a rendition of the death of Falstaff, and at the "Gone to Arthur's bosom" malapropism I suddenly had this vision of Falstaff at Camelot, and that's an idea I really really wanted to share with Mike.