The Hall of Heroes.

[DerWaschbar]

In these troublesome times it is easy to lose heart, and so the Hall of Heroes is born! Here you come to reflect upon the greats of time immemorial and feel inspired again. Men and women and sometimes dogs or cats or whomever, who have thrown caution and often sanity to the wind and said: 'Hey I'm strange and beautiful and that's just fine.' or perhaps they were just too far gone to even try to come back. Regardless I salute them.

 

The first submission is of course you, so turn on your webcam and look at yourself. Now repeat: 'You're my hero'.

 

Next!

The Team:

24.06.09 Heroes! Space Dogs! Belka and Strelka and co. by poodlefifi, on Flickr

Laika:

First living Earth-born creature (other than microbes) in orbit? Monkeys? Hardly. Nationality? Russian. These brave Soviet bitches went were no man or lady had gone before and returned mostly okay and gorgeous as ever.

 

And now:

Ben Mandelbrot sure most everyone knows him! And of course they should.

But get a load of these facts and quotes:

“Here is a question, a staple of grade-school geometry that, if you think about it, is impossible,” Dr. Mandelbrot told The New York Times earlier this year in an interview. “The length of the coastline, in a sense, is infinite.”

"Benoît B. Mandelbrot (he added the middle initial himself, though it does not stand for a middle name)"

"Instead of rigorously proving his insights in each field, he said he preferred to “stimulate the field by making bold and crazy conjectures” — and then move on before his claims had been verified." <- Hero.

 

So now, submit your Heroes to The Hall! Or simply sit and ponder these incredible souls, who took life by teats and drank.

[karmakramer]

truly inspiring and heartwarming

 

god bless us

[data]

i dunno what this is about but that stamp reminded me of a cracked article i read the other day.

 

 

 

Between 1951 and 1966, the USSR sent over twenty dogs into the cosmos, but to be fair, they weren't the only ones who tested the viability of human space travel by sending animals up first. What separated the Soviet space dogs from the American monkeys, however, was that Soviet programs didn't always have the animal's best interests at heart. And by that we mean they often had no intention of bringing the animal back alive.

 

Take Laika, for example. In November 1957 the whole world watched in astonishment as the Soviets not only launched Sputnik 2, but revealed they had a stray mongrel in the satellite as well, making them the first to get a living organism in orbit. Everything about Laika's journey seemed to go swimmingly, until we realized the Soviets never had a safe return plan for their pooch, and they planned for her to die in space all along. Which sucks, of course, but at least she died peacefully when she ate her poisoned food dose a week into orbit, as the Soviets reported.

 

 

They honored her sacrifice with a stamp, that she might torment postal workers for generations to come.

Except, oh wait, that's not how Laika died at all. In 2002 it was revealed that Laika wasn't euthanized, but that she died in the most horrifying way possible within hours of the launch. Sputnik 2, it turned out, was something of a rush job. The whole thing had been planned and put together in four weeks, so no one should have been surprised when the thermal insulation system broke right away. Poor Laika, whose little doggy heart was already beating at four times its resting rate, found herself in a cabin that was 104 degrees Fahrenheit. Her body shut down from stress and heat within five to seven hours of her launch.

 

 

Even when the Soviet space dogs punched space in the face and landed safely, they still had to contend with a Russian winter, because the Soviets weren't exactly, how do you say, capable of landing them at the right place. Which was why dogonaut capsules came equipped with a 60 hour self-destruct timer on board, just in case. That self destruct function was almost used in December, 1960, when Damka and Krasavka's capsule landed off course in the middle of a NEGATIVE 45 DEGREE Russian winter. Rescuers barely got to the dogs before they became pupcicles.

 

 

Eventually, more and more of the dogs started coming back safe and sound, so the Soviets thought space was finally safe for humans.

 

(Spoiler: it wasn't.)