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Mnó­stwo złomu i chwi­lowo bez­u­ży­tecz­nej, monu­men­tal­nej archi­tek­tury. Czyli pierw­sza w tym roku notka kosmiczna (chyba już czas zro­bić osobną kate­go­rię), która w ogóle nie opusz­cza ziem­skiej orbity tylko zachęca do zain­te­re­so­wa­nia się świet­nie napi­sa­nym, bar­dzo dłu­gim repor­ta­żem Earth Sta­tion: The After­life of Tech­no­logy at the End of the World, poświę­co­nym James­burg Earth Sta­tion — potęż­nej sta­cji odbioru sate­li­tar­nego, dzięki któ­rej moż­liwa była live rela­cja z lądo­wa­nia na Księ­życu. 40 lat póź­niej porzu­cone budynki cze­kają na apokalipsę.

the Apollo 11 mis­sion might have been the sin­gle most suc­cess­ful media event in history. Not only did Neil Arm­strong say, “One small step for man, one giant leap for man­kind,” but people across the globe saw him do so live. In the moments before Arm­strong actu­ally step­ped on the moon, the chat­ter between Buzz Aldrin and Earth was not only about the moon, but about lunar media production.

“You’ve got a good pic­ture, huh?” Aldrin asked as Arm­strong began to descend down the lad­der. “There’s a great deal of con­trast in it, and cur­ren­tly, it’s upside-down on our moni­tor, but we can make out a fair amo­unt of detail,” Bruce McCan­dless con­fir­med from NASA’s com­mand post in Houston, before dishing out the cor­rect aper­ture set­tings for the camera to help the astro­naut out. “Okay,” Aldrin replied, and Arm­strong got to the foot of the ladder.

It was at this moment that some­thing une­xpec­ted hap­pe­ned. Apollo 11’s trans­mis­sion was being cap­tu­red by mul­ti­ple trac­king sta­tions simul­ta­ne­ously. Gold­stone in the Mojave Desert had been expec­ted to cap­ture the bro­ad­cast and send it on to Houston and the rest of the world. But the best pic­ture was actu­ally coming from a trac­king sta­tion in Austra­lia cal­led Honey­suc­kle Creek via the Moree Earth Sta­tion on that con­ti­nent. So seconds before Arm­strong touched the moon’s sur­face, NASA made an on-the-fly switch to the Austra­lian feed, which sent the bro­ad­cast up to a satel­lite and down to the earth sta­tion at James­burg, across the street from the Cacha­gua Gene­ral Store, which at the time was also a saloon. A local cha­rac­ter, Grandma DeeDee, told a Mon­te­rey County Weekly repor­ter that in the 60s, locals would “ride hor­ses in the bar and shoot pistols at the bartender’s feet.” Ano­ther local, né’er-do-well Grant Ris­don, echoed the hijinx at the bar, fon­dly recal­ling a time “when the cops were afraid to come out here, because their radios didn’t work on this side of the moun­tain. It was the last stand for the outlaws.”

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