"Tampons were packed with their strings connecting them, like a strip of sausages, so they wouldn’t float away. Engineers asked Ride, “Is 100 the right number?” She would be in space for a week. “That would not be the right number,” she told them. At every turn, her difference was made clear to her. When it was announced Ride had been named to a space flight mission, her shuttle commander, Bob Crippen, who became a lifelong friend and colleague, introduced her as “undoubtedly the prettiest member of the crew.” At another press event, a reporter asked Ride how she would react to a problem on the shuttle: “Do you weep?”"
"Permit me to warn reckless young women: seeing the trap does not prevent you from getting caught in it - and that doubles the pleasure."
|rochester:||accuses jane of bewitching his horse|
|rochester:||interrogates jane about her paintings|
|rochester:||leaves jane abruptly for months at a time|
|rochester:||stages an engagement with a hot rich aristocrat to hurt jane's feelings|
|rochester:||dresses up as a fortune teller to mess with jane's head|
|rochester:||neglects to tell jane about the murderous insane wife living in his attic|
|rochester:||wait jane why are you leaving|
"Nothing happened in my childhood — no trauma or anything. I just had a genetic disposition toward things that were horrible."
"In the absence of Galactic operations, the only passengers who have lifted off from Spaceport America are the cremated remains of people whose families have paid UP Aerospace to launch their dead loved ones on a final joyride.
"… UP Aerospace’s first operation, the first launch from Spaceport America in 2006, malfunctioned well before it got suborbital, crashed, and spilled the ashes of a veterinarian in the desert. Celestis is the company handling sales of space burials for clients like James Doohan (‘that old guy from Star Trek’) and Gordon Cooper (the last of America’s Right Stuff astronauts to orbit Earth in Project Mercury). About its burials the company says, "Celestis missions are environmentally friendly in that no cremated remains are released into space.’"
—A few months old, but this article on the Spaceport in New Mexico is fascinating. Also: Ashes of a Veterinarian would make a really stately novel title.