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A few times a year something strange
takes place at Pasadena’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory. The scientists
open their doors to filmmakers in order to teach Hollywood how to
make movies about space more realistic. On these occasions, it’s
tough to tell who’s more starstruck: the scientists, or the
moviemakers.
Like many L.A. locals, I come from an entertainment family. The people
I know are more likely to understand what an executive producer does
than they are to understand calculus. I often think I would’ve
been a good scientist, if I could have just gotten past the math.
I was enthralled by the aesthetics of the equations, though I couldn’t
figure them out. I had a deliberate and studious nature, and prided
myself on my ability to figure out puzzles. But the math did me in,
and I fell by the wayside, exchanging science for science fiction.
And now, I have to admit, I get a certain thrill just being in a building
labeled “NASA”, and the thrill comes less from any realistic
notion of what that means and much more from associations I have with
the sci-fi movies I grew up on. }}} |
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