What’s Up? Photo by Claire
So anyone want to move to mars with me?
“Mars One, a nonprofit organization based in the Netherlands, intends to establish a human settlement on Mars in 2023.
They need astronauts.
Anyone on planet Earth can apply if they meet the basic requirements. But obviously, the job isn’t for just anyone.
Today, Mars One released its application criteria. Among other virtues, astronaut candidates must have “a deep sense of purpose, willingness to build and maintain healthy relationships, the capacity for self-reflection and ability to trust. They must be resilient, adaptable, curious, creative and resourceful.” And be at least 18 years old (no maximum age has been set).
At least eight years of training will be provided before launch, including simulated missions, practice in a restricted mobility environment, and lessons in electronics, equipment repair, basic and critical medical care. In 2016, the company plans to begin rocketing supplies to Mars, including spare parts, two rovers, and living units that can be assembled into a base once humans arrive.
But it’s a one-way trip for all involved: Once on Mars, there’s no coming back.”
It’s happening guys! I wish I could live at least three lives at once - one who goes, one who stays but is involved at home, and one who gets to watch it all as a layman.
what i liked about e.e. cummings
was that he cut away from
the holiness of the
and with charm
gave us lines
that sliced through the
how it was needed!
how we were withering
in the old
of course, then came all
the e.e. cummings
they copied him then
as the others had
copied Keats, Shelly,
Swinburne, Byron, et
but there was only
- Charles Bukowski
I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.
We laughed at the hollyhocks together
and then I sprayed them with lye.
Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.
I gave away the money that you had been saving to live on for the next ten years.
The man who asked for it was shabby
and the firm March wind on the porch was so juicy and cold.
Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg.
Forgive me. I was clumsy and
I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor!
- Kenneth Koch
referring to This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams