{"id":213,"date":"2004-10-06T11:43:47","date_gmt":"2004-10-06T11:43:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/idiolect.truth.posiweb.net\/notes\/?p=213"},"modified":"2004-10-06T11:43:47","modified_gmt":"2004-10-06T11:43:47","slug":"the-other-tom-stafford","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/2004\/10\/06\/the-other-tom-stafford\/","title":{"rendered":"The Other Tom Stafford"},"content":{"rendered":"

A friend<\/a> writes:<\/p>\n

if you click on ‘tom stafford’ on the amazon page for pre-ordering Mind Hacks,
\nyou get a link to your other book. You know, the one you wrote when you were
\nminus three, about the space race.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

And it’s true. The other Tom Stafford<\/a> is an astronaut who flew on Apollo 10, amongst others. For a while he was top of google for a search on ‘Tom Stafford’<\/a>, but i tipped him off the top spot.<\/p>\n

Incidentally, he’s also quoted by my favourite band, the New Model Army<\/a> (who are playing in manchester on the 16th of December, by the way). On their song Space<\/i> from the album Impurity<\/i>, Joolz<\/a> reads this quotation by the astronaut:<\/p>\n

The white twisted clouds and the endless shades of blue in the ocean make the hum of the spacecraft systems, the radio chatter, even your own breathing disappear. There is no cold or wind or smell to tell you that you are connected to Earth. You have an almost dispassionate platform – remote, Olympian and yet so moving that you can hardly believe how emotionally attached you are to those rough patterns shifting steadily below.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

So there you go<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A friend writes: if you click on ‘tom stafford’ on the amazon page for pre-ordering Mind Hacks, you get a link to your other book. You know, the one you wrote when you were minus three, about the space race. And it’s true. The other Tom Stafford is an astronaut who flew on Apollo 10, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-213","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5KQtW-3r","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/213"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=213"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/213\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=213"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=213"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=213"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}