Unfortunately, not a real toddler space suit, but a Mercury Doll.
Space Shuttle Discovery at the the other National Air and Space Museum, the Steven F. Udvar-Hazy center.
Orcinus Orca by me, Leonardo Santamaria, 30”x48” mixed media
This is my visualization of the collaborative album Mount Wittenberg Orca by The Dirty Projectors & Bjork. The figure is a personification of a majestic mother whale and what she wields on her chest is my interpretation of the Sharing Orb described in track 5 of the album.
Everyone aims at the same meaning, but many are the versions of the story. — Suleiman the Magnificent
Simulated Reality in Movies
So many spoilers!
I have wanted to do one of these for the many, many science fiction novels I have read. Even using the trope to jump between families of novels. You could use the tropes as genes and build a cladastic tree of science fiction. Someday…
Clip Bag | Peter Bristol -
I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?”
Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart. — Isaac Asimov (via skinnybaras)
Fighting Woodpeckers on Shellpot Creek
The five boxing wizards jump quickly.
Vexed nymphs go for quick waltz job.