August 27th, 2012 | daybook
Writing my talk for Improving Reality, the Brighton (UK) event I’m speaking at on September 6.
And I’m looking at this phrase I noted down Saturday night. “Vintage space.” Or “vintage space travel,” in a clearer but less economical (or, somehow, pretty/doomy) turn.
Google tells me it’s not a new term. First hit was Amy Shira Teitel’s blog.
It is, to me, an incredibly grim term, one I wish I’d had to hand when I wrote the foreword to ORBITER.
Saturday night, of course, Neil Armstrong died. Soon – it is horrible to note – Buzz Aldrin and Michael Collins will be gone, too, and the last of the vast team that put them on the Moon with 1969 technology. A period that recently entered the realm of “antique.” Hell, I think a car from 1975 now counts as vintage. In a few more generations, the likes of me will be gone, too, and there will be no-one on Earth who remembers what it’s like to have lived in a time when humans walked on the Moon.
Vintage space. I’ll be damned.