The Operation to Contain a Disaster
Jun. 3rd, 2010 09:48 pmI have yearnings toward hermitage, which is another marker of allergy season; when I can't see people very well I don't want to see people. Or at least not people who are animated. People who move slow and don't expect me to have clever thoughs are all right. My eyes are pink and my face is puffy, or at least that is the way it looks to me. I admit that look is hazy.
As a science fiction fan, I've been enjoying the BP disaster; I am probably able to take this point of view because of Apollo 13, and my assumption that in the end the good guys deploy the right technology and win. If you can pretend it's fictional, it's unparalelled hard sci-fi, with all kinds of scientists working at depths we've never known and corporations that may or may not be trustworthy. It has a David Brin feel. (Kevin Costner even shows up.) If you've only been following this through headlines, I encourage you to watch the C-Span coverage, which is all archived here. The briefings are riveting, as is the testimony of the men who survived the Deepwater Horizon rig.
I've been ripping up old sheets and braiding them into a rag rug for James's garage-cum-studio, and I find it very satisfying. I don't get to do much that's tactile. It's part of why I take such pleasure in food.
As a science fiction fan, I've been enjoying the BP disaster; I am probably able to take this point of view because of Apollo 13, and my assumption that in the end the good guys deploy the right technology and win. If you can pretend it's fictional, it's unparalelled hard sci-fi, with all kinds of scientists working at depths we've never known and corporations that may or may not be trustworthy. It has a David Brin feel. (Kevin Costner even shows up.) If you've only been following this through headlines, I encourage you to watch the C-Span coverage, which is all archived here. The briefings are riveting, as is the testimony of the men who survived the Deepwater Horizon rig.
I've been ripping up old sheets and braiding them into a rag rug for James's garage-cum-studio, and I find it very satisfying. I don't get to do much that's tactile. It's part of why I take such pleasure in food.