A couple of odd things have happened since I last wrote: Iran has decided to go back to developing nuclear technology for peaceful purposes, and the Global War on Terror has been rechristened the Global Struggle Against Violent Extremism. I hope that by the time you’re old enough to read and understand this you won’t be faced by such stupid PR stunts as the changing of names of wars. Anyway … I’m really exited about an idea that I have, and I really have no idea how to make it happen. Any ideas? The astronauts on the Discovery have performed the first underside repair of a space shuttle while in space this week. Hopefully when they come down next week it’s not a repeat of the Columbia disaster. Hopefully in 10 or 15 years we’ve once again made manned missions to the moon and are making our way to Mars. It seems like the most natural thing to do. We seem to be explorers by nature, and it just feels right to want to go to other places outside of the earth. I hope that you will share my love for science fiction … your mother isn’t really into it. She still hasn’t seen any of the Star Wars movies. And those are freaking huge. I had a physical yesterday. It turns out I’m fit as a fiddle. I’m hoping to get my blood work done next week so they can check my cholesterol, and then it will be really official, but after yesterday I’m feeling pretty good. It seems like I had more I wanted to say, but none of it is coming to me now. Sorry … I really didn’t want this to be just a running diary of mine for you to read, but more of a history from dad’s point of view while you are in the womb. That’s something else I hope you have an appreciation for, History. I don’t think there’s a single subject more important to learn from than history. It tells us where we’ve been, and gives us sign posts to follow so we try not to repeat the horrors of the past. I seem to be much more interested in the macro level of your history, not so much the specific people that did certain things, but how their actions affected something else, which affected 10 other things, which affected 10 other things, ad infinitum. Well, its bed time for your old man. I love you.
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