“Before you fasten your seat belts and prepare for takeoff at San Francisco International Airport, stop by International Terminal Level 3 for the new Fashion in Flight exhibit. Over 70 airline uniforms are on display, dating from the pre-war 1930s to present day. If you think you would rather spend your pre-flight time at the gate listening to the blood pound in your ears and staring into the abyss, think again. The SFO Museum Fashion in Flight exhibit is on display for your entertainment from now until January 8th, 2017. Aviation Museum and Library hours are 10:00 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. daily and the Main Hall galleries are always open. Why waste your time at the gate feasting on an overpriced airport sandwich and reapplying deodorant when you could dress up your brain with knowledge of flight attendant fashion? Enjoy the following preview of this San Francisco treat.”
“Growing up in Norman, Oklahoma, headquarters of exciting attractions like the National Weather Center and Andy’s Alligator Fun Park, Lindsay Aitchison was destined for great things. On a road trip to Disney World one summer at the age of four, her family stopped off in Houston, Texas at the Johnson Space Center. One riveting IMAX film later, and her fate was sealed. She was going to work for NASA.
Today Aitchison is NASA’s Deputy Project Manager of the Advanced Spacesuit Project. Her work days are pretty typical. She wakes up around 6:30AM, takes her dogs out, eats breakfast, and then designs spacesuits for astronauts to wear on Mars. You know, the usual.”
“Paranormal enthusiasts often report sighting spirits dressed in Victorian period clothing, flowing white dresses, or just jeans and t-shirts. Why? If ghosts are, as paranormal investigators would have us believe, essentially human spirit energy stuck in purgatory between earth and the great beyond, why do their manifestations include the manufactured convention of clothing? We consulted paranormal and death experts from around the globe on what ghosts are wearing these days and why.”
“It’s the freakin’ weekend. A blessing of rainbow unicorns dance around you. Your heart bursts with joy at the sight of a dairy cow and an otter gingerly embracing. Sweat drips down your face. You remove your head and wipe the sparkling droplets away with the back of your cerulean paw. A rabbit wearing paisley suspenders invites you to hop with him in a circle. You radiate happiness inside and out. You are not dead. You are not on acid. You are at a furry convention.”
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