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We just passed the 50th anniversary of humanity setting foot on the surface of the moon. Quite possibly the most awe-inspiring accomplishment in our history.

Often unnoticed are the engineers and programmers who got us there and back again. Well, someone aimed to correct that, and highlight a remarkable woman in a field whose history is jam-packed with remarkable women:

We just got back from seeing the touring production of "Hamilton" last weekend. Coming off of that experience and seeing this tribute inspired me to take one of my favorite NASA photos ever, Margaret with her source code:


And do this:


Well right, naturally you should hate spirituality.

Every last one of them was the heart of the heart of the tv dinner demographic. But then they get shot into space, tossed from the gravity of this planet, across a quartermillion miles of nothing, to be snagged by the moon after three days. Eighteen guys did this and twelve descended further to find out that moon dust smells like gunsmoke. Every single one of them came back irrevocably changed. America had sent the squarest motherfuckers it could find to the moon and the moon sent back humans.

--Spirituality and the Apollo program

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On Losing Neil Armstrong

Whenever I look at the moon I am reminded of that precious moment, over four decades ago, when Neil and I stood on the desolate, barren, yet beautiful, Sea of Tranquility, looking back at our brilliant blue planet Earth suspended in the darkness of space, I realized that even though we were farther away from earth than two humans had ever been, we were not alone.

Buzz Aldrin's statement about Neil Armstrong's passing

Just look at that picture. That is a ten-year-old boy with one thought looping in his head: This is the best thing ever.