Apr. 11th, 2011

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Dear Google,

I know that many people, myself included, wanted to be astronauts when we were children. (Some of us still wish we could!) I look up at the moon each night and wish I could walk through its canyons and crevices, could see the ice on Mars with my own eyes, could climb to the top of Olympus Mons, could breathe the methane (... nitrogen) atmosphere of Titan, could see the mice—er, ice of Europa. I have imagined diamonds raining down from the sky of Neptune, or what it would be like to live on a moon instead of a planet, I have created planets that orbit around two stars, I have calculated the angles of the suns, I have dreamed of visiting the planets of science fiction—Romulus and Vulcan, Tatooine, Arrakis, Pern, Gallifrey, and so many others.

Sadly, this is not yet possible. I am sorry to break the news to you; I know, dear Google, that you too dream that the future would hurry up and get here already, so that within our lifetimes ordinary people might visit the moon, other planets, other solar systems, other galaxies. Would that we could go into hyperdrive today!

Google, I appreciate your kind intentions in reminding me of my childhood dream. However, I would appreciate it even more if you would not get my hopes up by claiming that the "Commemoration of the First Human In Space" event I will probably attend tomorrow actually occurs in "space," as your wonderful invention, Google Calendar, attempted to deduce.

It does not, actually, occur in space, but rather in the geology building. Nearly the same, but not quite.



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