January 27, 1967 was the plug-out test in preparation of the Apollo 1 launch.  This mission would be a test of the space craft and the first step for later moon missions.

A fire ensued, claiming the lives of the crew. 

Virgil I. “Gus ” Grissom, (1926 - 1967)

Roger B. Chaffee (1935 - 1967

Edward H. White (1930 - 1967)

They were the first American astronauts lost in the in the line of duty.  The Apollo spacecraft was heavily modified from the original build.  Engineers made modification after modification culminating in a unsafe spacecraft.  The maze of wiring was almost undecipherable, and fraying wiring (frayed from multiple modifications and changes) caused an arc in the current, resulting in a rapidly spreading fire.  The high pressure, pure oxygen environment provided fuel for the fire.  The three astronauts did not stand a chance.  

A tragic irony of the fire was the hatch.  Grissom’s Mercury capsule was lost due to a premature exploding hatch, allowing water to get inside, weighing it down too much for the recovery helicopters to lift.  Designers questioned whether or not the hatch would pose a problem in sustained moon missions, resulting in a design that was manual, and did not allow for rapid exit.  Once the fire started, there was not enough time to open the hatch to exit.  Attempts to make the hatch safe in one area, posed an insurmountable problem in another.

The fire may have saved lives in the long run.  The Apollo spacecraft was problematic and needed to be redesigned.  The “Go” attitude of the administration and public was always pushing the program ahead, even to unsafe levels.  Redesigning the spacecraft was simply not a desirable solution, especially with delays.  What was to be a plugs-out rehearsal turned into tragedy.  In the period after fire, and through the investigation, many problems came to light.  NASA had no choice but to redesign the spacecraft.  The lessons learned from the fire were all incorporated into a much safer and reliable space craft.  Many experts and engineers agreed that without this redesigned spacecraft, more lives would have been in jeopardy as a result.

On this day in 1967, three men lost their lives in the pursuit of exploration and science.  May they rest in peace.

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Broken by the god: Book V of Lucan’s Pharsalia describes a scene of oracular possession. Kings no longer consult the oracle for fear of the future, and for years Apollo’s “awful” shrine has been barred shut, his oracles silent.

Now, a Roman statesman named Appius has sought out a prophecy. The unfortunate priestess, wandering carefree near a spring in a remote grove, has been seized and is about to be forced to prophesy. She is terrified: “For if the god enters her chest, her punishment, or her reward, is an early death for having received him; for the human body is broken by the sting and surge of the frenzy, and the assault of the god shatters the fragile spirit.” The passage is heavy with horse-breaking terminology and sexual imagery.

When she still paused and hesitated, the priest shoved her into the temple.

Trembling at the oracular depths of the inner shrine, she lingered by the entrance—imitating the god, she offered feigned words from a heart unstirred. But no garbled, inarticulate cry proved that her mind was inspired by the divine frenzy. … Her words did not tumble forth with a roar; her voice was not great enough to fill the space of the vast cavern; the laurel wreath was not raised from her head by her hair standing on end; the doors of the temple were unmoved; the trees were still and quiet—all these betrayed her dread at trusting herself to Apollo.

[Appius knows that she is only pretending, and violently threatens her.]

Completely terrified, at last the virgin took refuge near the tripods. She drew near to the vast chasm and hesitated there—and for the first time, her heart received the divine power, which the spirit of the rock, not exhausted after so many centuries, poured into her. At last Apollo mastered the heart of a Delphian priestess; as fully as ever in the past, he forced his way into her body, driving out her former consciousness, ordering whatever was human inside her to yield her heart to his disposal.

Frantic she raves through the cave, her neck bearing the weight of possession; Apollo’s fillets and garlands are dislodged by her bristling hair, and she whirls through the empty spaces of the temple. She scatters the tripods standing in her path, boiling over with fierce flame—enduring your wrath, Phoebus.

But you do not use the whip and spur alone, plunging fire into her vital organs. She must accept the bit as well: she is not permitted to reveal as much as she knows. All time is gathered up together, all the centuries suffocate her agonized chest, the endless progression of events lies open, all the future struggles to the light: prophecy wrestles with voice, struggling to be spoken. The first day of the world, and its last, the measure of the ocean and the number of grains of sand—all of these are before her.

The frenzy persists, and the god, whom she has not shaken off, still controls her, since she has not told everything yet. She still rolls fierce eyes, her eyeballs wandering all over the sky—now her expression is terrified, now it is savage and twisted; her features are never quiet. A fiery flush stains her face and the ghastly color of her cheeks. Her paleness is not like the color of one who is afraid, but of one who inspires fear. Her exhausted heart finds no rest, but as the swollen sea moans hoarsely after a northern gale dies down, voiceless sighs still heave her breast.

While she was returning to the daylight from that sacred glow in which she had seen the future, the shadow of unconsciousness cut in. For Apollo poured Stygian Lethe in her inward parts, which snatched the secrets of the gods from her. Then Truth fled her chest, and knowledge of the future returned to the tripod of the god. She collapsed, and could scarcely recover.

I’m Not a Monster

MEET APOLLO ~ HOUSTON, TX ~ Under the care of Adore Houston

On Wednesday 1/21, ADORE Houston received a phone call about this sweet boy with no face. He has been named Apollo. He was found hanging out near the corpse of his dead dog friend. There is no way of knowing the horrible things this poor pup has seen. Still he came up to the volunteers, ready to be rescued.

He was brought to Harrisburg Veterinary Clinic and had his wound cleaned. He is very alert and curious. His appetite is healthy and after a few days at the vet, he’s gained 1.5 lbs., blood work came back great, and he’s continuing to catch up on some much needed rest!

VIDEO of Apollo’s wound being cleaned ** GRAPHIC **

VIDEO of Apollo eating ** GRAPHIC **

KHOU 11 Newshttp://www.khou.com/story/news/local/2015/01/22/dog-missing-half-of-his-face-rescued-by-local-group/22201489/

He still has a long way to go, so keep the support coming. TO DONATE TO APOLLO’S CARE: adorehouston.org

"We can only speculate what caused his injury so we must focus on Apollo getting healthy enough to move forward in his new life. Unfortunately, instances such as Apollo’s are not new to the rescue community. Apollo was just fortunate enough to live through his horrific experience. We hope that his story will raise awareness for other abused and neglected dogs.

It is projected that there are over 1.2 million street dogs in Houston. ADORE Houston is working with our partner Unity For A Solution towards solutions for the animal over population in the Houston area.
The over population is being documented by World Animal Awareness Society - WA2S.Org

Houston is better than this! As a community we can all do more.”

We agree. Thank you, ADORE Houston!

Note: ADORE Houston is one of our #MonsterHolidayDrive beneficiaries, advocated by “Monster” Elf Jagger. Please drop by their page -https://www.facebook.com/pages/Adore-Houston/161340777333297 - and thank them for their hard work, not just for Apollo but all the dogs under their care as they continue to save as many as they can.

mythsandshit asked:

Apollo :)

Anonymous also asked for Apollo.

Favorite Past Time?

  • Lounging around in the bed of ex-lovers, strumming the lyre, or sitting in the back room of his gentleman’s club watching the priestesses preach.

Favorite Meal? Drink?

  • Steak, medium rare, with cheese fries, and a cherry coke.
  • Mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Favorite Books? Writers?

  • The Iliad by Homer
  • Prometheus Unbound by Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter
  • Animal Farm by George Orwell
  • The Lord of the Rings trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien


  • Blade Runner
  • Interstellar
  • Troy
  • 2001: A Space Odyssey
  • Sunset Boulevard

Favorite Songs?

  • 80’s -  Tainted Love by Soft Cell
  • 90’s - Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana
  • 00’s - Ex’s and Oh’s by Atreyu
  • 10’s - American Beauty/American Psycho by Fall Out Boy

What were they doing during the Renaissance Era?

  • He and Artemis were sharing a Palazzo in Venice, he was a patron of the arts, and delighted in seducing the beautiful boys and women of the Venetian court.

Victorian Era?

  • He was living in London townhouse with his sister, hunting with her, and taking his tea with the wives of Lords.


  • He lives in a string of motel rooms, running a gentleman’s club, where his oracles dance and sing for a price. His name whispered reverently from the mouths of prophets in the night.

Favorite Aesthetic?

  • Dark rooms, acrid smoke, and the sunlight on his skin. Laying beneath the moon head-to-foot beside his sister.