The Curiosity and Opportunity rovers are about 5,000 miles apart on the surface of Mars. NASA and JPL have no plans for them to meet.
Spirit’s a lot closer to Curiosity but it’s dead.
I thought you should know.
For SST we flash back to September 16, 2000, exactly ten years ago today, though that was in fact a Saturday, not a Thursday.
On a spectacular fall evening with a gigantic harvest moon hanging over the lake, we celebrated a hundred-and-some stories up in the Willis (née Sears) Tower. At one point in the evening, we walked around and watched our friends and family gawking out the windows at the world’s most beautiful city a thousand feet below us. Fortunately, the photographer said, “hey, we need a picture of you guys by the window,” and snapped this one.
I was originally going to post something from “Ten Years Gone,” but stopped myself because 43-year-old men don’t quote Zeppelin lyrics (no matter how awesome) to their wives in public forums, and really, after closer inspection, the lyrics are about something in the past that is no longer. Anniversaries are only a little bit about the years already gone; they’re more about the years yet to be, I hope.
Happy anniversary, hon.
SST, audio version.
The idea of a picture of me being considered sexy by anyone is too ludicrous to even contemplate. Not my meme. But one personal bit of me that I’m willing to share is the music I’ve made. I guess some people find that sexy, though based on after-gig reactions, it’s mostly guys who also play guitar. (“DUDE!”)
The Good is a band I’ve been associated with on and off since about ‘95. We arguably hit our “peak” in about 1998, coming off a critically acclaimed and commercially ignored CD called “Milky White.” We toured regionally while keeping our day jobs. This recording is from the tour supporting that effort.
By that point, we’d gone about as far as we could go, we knew it, and “Shiny Ass Pants” is a song reflecting on the futility and idiocy of the music industry from several different points of view. It would have been on our next full length CD if I didn’t “quit” the band. (Long story.) It ended up on an odds and ends compilation CD later on, but I prefer this version, direct from the console at Chicago’s House Of Blues on a rainy Tuesday night in 1998. We were opening for Mayfield, the vanity project of the less famous dude from Tears for Fears (the guy with better teeth).
I won’t apologize for the over the top shredding/wheedlywheedly guitar solo since that was kind of part of the point of the song, but I should point out that normally that isn’t how I roll.
(update: removed link to The Good’s site because apparently some browsers think it’s malware. It’s not, really.)