Wed, 9 March 2016, 4:26 pm: If I’d had the stones or the aptitude for science— and believe me, I’m far from it on both counts— I might’ve applied to be an astronaut.
Nobody— no NFL linebacker, no race car driver, no president, no movie star, no Europe travel blogger— is more bad ass than an astronaut.
I don’t know why a Soviet astronaut is called a cosmonaut. Is that something different than an astronaut, or is it supposed to be a category within astronaut-dom?
That’s one mystery unexamined by “Cosmonauts,” the temporary exhibition at London’s Science Museum that was in its waning weeks when I visited.
