The United States’ Apollo 11 was the first manned mission to land on the Moon, on 20 July 1969.
There have been six manned U.S. landings (between 1969 and 1972) and numerous unmanned landings, with no soft landings happening from 1976 until 14 December 2013. To date, the United States is the only country to have successfully conducted manned missions to the Moon.
HH: After that, there was no more “man in the moon,” or moon made of green cheese. It was real. 45 years ago today. I remember the day exactly, where I was, who I was with, the feeling of connection through Walter Cronkite’s voice narrating as the country stopped to watch the event.
Oh yah, this also happened on my birthday…when you are nine and all about the presents, you tend not to understand the excitement surrounding an event on this scale as anything other than an intrusion into your special day :)
Years later I lived with a man who worked on the electrical system for the International space station. His project was delivered to the ISS by a shuttle manned by a guy I went to high school with, so on the flip side space science became very personal.
There was rumbling at one time to commemorate the day by making it a national holiday called “Space Day,” but it never came to be…
Best Birthday There have been several in exotic locations doing exotic things, but my favorite is the first year Kevin and I were dating. Though we’d met country-western dancing (don’t judge) we got to know one another getting certified for SCUBA. He was a college student, so when he asked what I wanted, I asked him to make me a cake, from scratch. We’d been cooking together and he was working as a chemist so it was right up his alley. He’d never baked a cake, not not even from a box.
He took the job seriously not using a recipe and making several test cakes (reporting that all of them were a bit like cornbread). The final looked like a a masterpiece. Three layers with cream cheese and raspberry jam filling. The frosting was lard with sugar, food coloring and vanilla. He’d formed a huge wave on the cake top, with a plastic dinghy balanced on top. Below the wave, in the water were two divers and a shark fin. There was a big streak of raspberry jam “blood” fanning out behind the diver that was missing a leg.
I loved it. I loved him. I loved how proud he was of the cake. He gave me flowers, chocolate truffles, made dinner, rented a movie gave me jewelry but this was the best — and the sex was great.
Worst Birthday The topper for most of my life has been my 13th Birthday, my mom insisted on throwing me a party though I pleaded with her not to. I knew that none of my stoner friends would showed up. One person came. It was a pool party, she had her period. Huge bust. I wasn’t surprised, but my mom was crushed, it was one of the few times I saw her cry.
However, I topped that long-standing record when I spent my 50th birthday in ICU having crushed my ribcage and given myself a brain bleed falling headlong off a the staircase in my house and landing on the hardwood floor. The lucky thing, is that I fell in front of my family who had arrived for a party I was hosting, so they got me help right away. Oh, and that I’m not dead, or paralyzed…there is that.
Last night I met some grand dames for dinner - and when they found out my birthday was today the consensus was That they’d give anything to be 54 again - so there’s that to look forward to right? Right? RIGHT?
VON TRAPP FAMILY-ISH - West Coast style Circa 1965, Near San Francisco, CA
This is my sisters and I plus two more fashionable cousins, the mandolin player posted it on FB. I am the zoned out child far right. I REALLY wanted to be Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music at this point, and my Mom cut my hair accordingly.
Mom went through a phase where she insisted on dressing my sisters and I the same — these dresses I believe may have been drapes at one point.* Style was never really all that important — this is clearly an incident of Style A without sleeves, Style B with shirt sleeves, Style C with long Sleeves Butterick Pattern. Being the youngest, I luckily got to wear all three sizes of the same dress as I grew. The untold blessings of being the youngest. I quickly outgrew my middle sister though, ha ha.
Off frame left is my Grandfather, Gino. Good times.
The Day Before, The Day Before*My desk when I came in this morning - the customer service/sales staff girls are the BEST. Love them. There was lots more but I had to dig through it to get to the clutter that is my desk. My actual birthday is the 20th.
Anyway, let the birthday celebration begin! Happy Birthday fellow Cancers and Leos, a special nod to naimhe whose actual birthday IS today!
*My sister’s ex-husband’s dad used this as the count down to Christmas.
I’ve spent the past couple of weeks and all of this weekend setting my upstairs up for a renter. He was supposed to be here between 3pm and 6:30pm. No sign. No word from him at all. My friend who referred him called to see if he was moving in and told me he has a new girlfriend already so who knows, maybe he’s moving in with her?
Still how rude to not contact me all day one way or the other.
I’m off to dinner. Fuck him.
I’m no fashionista, but I am a long-time Creative Director and professionally speaking I can say this — whoever ‘styled’ the actor in this commercial should be fired. Even I noticed that this lighting is flat, his hair’s a disaster and his shirt is a holy mess.
Really Trivago, cheap hotels may be okay, but don’t scrimp on the stylist for your commercial shoot. You lose brand credibility. Especially when you run it repeatedly on HuluPlus.
La piel de Williams contrasta de forma mágica con los colores brilantes y puros de la ropa elegida para el editorial, que cobran aún más vida contrastadas contra los colores orgánicos de la naturaleza que la fotógrafa usa de fondo. La ropa que aparece es de Blumarine, Missoni y Nina Ricci.
Love the head gear but mostly wow — what a beautiful face, just lovely. Lovely and wise, and knowing.
Stan Lee (also, Denzel Washington, John Legend, Woodrow Wilson, and Edgar Winter)
A couple of explorers including Sir Edmund HIllary - also the odd assortment of Sandra Oh, Carlos Santana, Gisele Bundchen, Natalie Wood. Also, no shortage of people with weird first names Osric Chau, Stone Gossard, Muse Watson, Petrarch (or is that his last name? Or was he like the Cher of the 12th Century?).
Also, very few athletes throughout history…which makes perfect sense to me.
WATCHESI found a box of old watches today. Nod to Robin. I don’t wear a watch, never have - but a friend of mine used to buy me a watch as a gift nearly every holiday. Here are a few of them. Kudos to her for trying and for variety.
Ironically, she’s always late.
P.S. The Swatch is the only one I bought myself. On a trip to Switzerland in the 90s? I have way more watches then these. Need to find them…well, I guess “need” is a little much…
it’s just so crazy to think about all the lovely things writers have described that you’ve brushed off as just nice ideas but that are based in very real moments you haven’t experienced yet.
This is so true.
It reminds me of this guy Patrick that I met when I moved to NYC when I was 19. He was worldly, I was not. He would start a story with “This one time at a cantina outside Buenos Aires…” I found that so pretentious at the time. I hadn’t traveled, but now I have been fortunate to visit many places on the globe and I realize that he was just framing the story…and if I knew Buenos Aires, Id know exactly what he was talking about.