On Wednesday night as Jason, Jo and I drove downtown for Rent, we were chatting in the car and for some reason Howard Hughes came up. And I was relating how, for unknown reasons, I always confuse Howard Hughes with Hugh Hefner. I know, I know. One is dead, the other is alive. One built the Spruce Goose, the other created Playboy. But they are/were both filthy rich, and I think it’s the “hugh” part of each name that does it. Anyway, when those two came up we also started confusing ourselves about Herbert Hoover and Hubert Humphrey, so today Jo posted mini-bios of each man. Just to clear up the confusion.
Thank you Jo. It had to be done.
Today in the Chronicle there is a neat story about a third grader from Katy who is a presidential history buff, has been on the Tonight Show three times for his knowledge, and recently interviewed John Kerry. He wants to run for president in 2032, when he’s 35. Funny.
Work may be interesting today. That’s what happens when someone way above your head gets the mistaken idea that what you’ve been doing for the past year is wrong. Sigh. So today I get to show that our group is right, and that people in Florida were just incredibly lucky. This is my job. Nothing to do, then suddenly I am called upon to put out a rapidly expanding fire.
Whoosh.
For the past two days, before today’s fire, I’ve been working on an art project–redesigning the division logo. It’s such a piddly little job, and yet I am so excited to get to do it. If/when my design gets approved, I’ll have to post it here so you can see. It’s hokey and dorky and very un-sleek as far as logos in general, but it’s good for NASA.
