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...salt and smoke and the shimmering silhouettes of overly-friendly jellyfish. Yet I could not escape the thought that my brother was no longer an undergrad like me. He was now a husband, honeymooning in Bora Bora with my new sister-in-law. The image was too heavy to bear. And so I contented myself by musing upon whether the couple would celebrate their first year anniversary with equal fanfare, and whether that meant we would all return to Juan-les-Pins and its gentle way of life sometime soon...
Pilot Willie McCool answered email questions in space over NASA's website. He explained how the G-forces on takeoff feel kind of like a bear sitting on your chest. He had trouble sleeping that first night, when you are essentially floating in your bed. The hardest part of his job was having to take blood from his fellow astronauts. "He was afraid he would hurt somebody while he was drawing blood," one friend and fellow pilot says. They had been serving together on the aircraft carrier U.S.S. Enterprise when McCool got word he had been accepted by NASA...
...waiting to greet her from the moment she left. After Columbia lifted off safely, Clark's brother Daniel Salton told the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel that he realized he had been holding his breath for about 10 minutes. "Anyone who has watched [video of the] Challenger can't even hardly bear going through" the point where the Challenger exploded, her other brother Jon said. "After that point, you can relax." Clark's son Iain said he wished someone else could have gone instead of his mom because he was missing her. She had taken with her a sheet containing...
...pictures of family members killed in the bombing. The survivors wrote their names in white marker next to their portraits and recorded how far they were from ground zero on Aug. 6. Taken together, the pictures are striking reminders of the bomb's life-altering effects. And they bear witness to the human capacity to withstand the worst ravages...
Everything Tuttle does seems to be asking the same questions: What's the smallest thing you can do in a picture or with an object and still lift it out of the realm of the ordinary? What's the smallest conceptual pressure that can be brought to bear on something and still have it qualify as art? Questions like those, and the humble, perishable works they can lead to, are enough to send some people running for the exits. And it's true that if all art were like Tuttle's, the art world would be a place too delectable...