Quiet day Sunday. I read two books, watched two Highlander episodes (one of which was *amazingly* bad), and went to the gym. Biked for 10 minutes (2 or 3 miles?) but couldn’t take it anymore because the news channel in the cardio room kept coming back to the Columbia, and every time I looked up there was something about it on.
Even without sound, I just couldn’t stand it. I don’t want to see the mourning families, I don’t want to see re-plays of the explosion, and I _really_ don’t want to see talking heads bleating about what mighta coulda woulda happened. I want to know what /did/ happen. That’s all I want to know. I don’t want to hear the propaganda. I don’t want to hear the speeches. I want, for Christ’s sake, for an investigation to be conducted with dignity and as much haste as is feasible without destroying the investigation’s integrity.
Dignity is painfully lacking in mass media.
Someone said it already, but I’ll echo him: already, I miss Richard Feynman.