“We may be only one of millions of advanced civilizations. Unfortunately, space being spacious, the average distance between any two of these civilizations is reckoned to be at least two hundred light-years, which is a great deal more than merely saying it makes it sound. It means for a start that even if these beings know we are here and are somehow able to see us in their telescopes, they’re watching light that left Earth two hundred years ago. So, they’re not seeing you and me. They’re watching the French Revolution and Thomas Jefferson and people in silk stockings and powdered wigs—people who don’t know what an atom is, or a gene, and who make their electricity by rubbing a rod of amber with a piece of fur and think that’s quite a trick. Any message we receive from them is likely to begin “Dear Sire,” and congratulate us on the handsomness of our horses and our mastery of whale oil. Two hundred light-years is a distance so far beyond us as to be, well, just beyond us.”—Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything (via youmightfindyourself)
FOR THE KIDS, LISTEN UP KIDS- This section from Ride’s 2001 (2001 son) release Turbulence blew my mind when I saw it years ago. Doing it for Ecko, John Wrigley brought the craziest steeze with feeble 180 barspins, suicide no handers, and 180 turndowns all on real street. Over ten years ago! Changed my life, probably. From what I hear this dude’s a lazy alcholic now so that’s a bummer. Take notes kids don’t become lazy alcoholics, keep doing rocket manuals.