spacesuits are built up from various piece parts, torso, arms with sizing
rings, legs with sizing rings, boots, helmet, and gloves. The variation of the
different pieces allows the engineers to construct a suit from generic hardware
that fits, or at least come as close as they can make it. One of the most
important elements of a spacesuit are our gloves. They are the only piece
tailored specifically for us. Spacewalking is a bit of a misnomer on the
International Space Station, since we don’t do any walking. We are floating and
have to use our hands as the means for moving ourselves from place to place. This
sped up example of one of my pool runs demonstrates this form of space
increased pressure of the suit (to protect our bodies from the vacuum of space)
and all the operations with our hands, it can be very fatiguing. Hence, the
custom gloves allow us to work for longer periods of time, with much more
dexterity for repairs.
do you make custom gloves?
Jones literally had a hand in everything, because his work included making my
space suit gloves. He noted that “as part of the process, we traveled to
Houston to make casts of the astronaut’s hands for use in the design process. The
hand casts are very life like. When I
had these hands all over my office it looked like a zombie movie, where the
dead are coming back to life and digging their way out of the ground.”
looking hand looks familiar! Using the hand molds, the engineers make the
design requirements for each aspect of the glove. They determine the EXACT
dimensions that are required in order to have the knuckles bend in just the
right places, with just enough spacing to allow the hands to flex more easily,
but snug enough to provide the needed dexterity.
those very precise patterns, the fingers and palm are hand-sewn within tenths
of millimeters of margin!
Olga Bustos is shown sewing the fingers of a glove. She has been
sewing gloves since the Apollo days and even participated in the construction
of Apollo era space suits.
suit has to be pressure-tight. In other words, while working in the vacuum of
space, we don’t want any leaks! The inner lining of the suit is cut according
to a very specific pattern and then the pieces are heat sealed together to form
the barrier that protects us from the vacuum. You can see the yellow inner
bladder being heat sealed by Whitney Lowery. You might be surprised that her
degree is in fashion design!
other layers of protective material over the inner bladder, which is why you
see the white fabric on the outer surface.
facts you may not have known about spacesuits: The space suit
weights 250 lbs with the backpack.
The suit components come in sizes like medium, large
and extra-large. (Females have to work that much harder in a spacesuit because
of all the extra room).
The suits are all hand sewn on old sewing machines.
The gloves take 14 months to design and build.
Engineering is a good start, but they don’t teach
space suit design in college. Get exposed to as many things as possible if you
want to work on spacesuits someday.
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stories? Find our NASA Villagers here!
“Did you hear about the new attraction in town?” One of the waitresses asked as you cleaned the counter off. “Do you mean the new movie at the theatre?” “No [Y/N], the freak show.” She whispered. “Well I can tell you I will not be attending.” I replied. “Neither will I.” She answered. “Well why not?” A customer asked, his hands gloved and a cap covering his brown locks, his eyes and smile sparkled as I glanced over to him. “Well simple they are freaks, they are vile, and disgusting and downright disturbing.” She voiced, causing the smile on his face to fall. “Well how do you know? Have you ever seen one?” “Well no, I haven’t, people like them, they just ain’t right.” “Mary Beth.” You hissed at her, “that is by far the most vile thing I have ever heard.” “Well it is true.” “Well why won’t you attend?” He asked, taking a sip of his coffee. “Simple, I hate how we find the differences of other entertaining. I hate how we treat them differently just because they look different then us. I think it is sad that we live in a society where we can’t just accept everyone for who they are, and we have to create freak shows just to remind us how glad we are to be normal.” “Now that’s not an answer you hear everyday.” He said. “Well I mean I think…” “Mary Beth, go clean some dishes before I drag you back there myself.” “Fine.” She huffed as she stormed to the back. “I have to apologize for Mary Beth, she is a fine girl, just doesn’t know when to shut her mouth.” “It’s fine, I would love to hear some more about you though.” “Well I mean I am about to go on break, care to join?” “I would love to but first may I ask one question?” “Go ahead.” You rested both hand out on either side of you, you looked at him, with curiosity in the eyes. “Well what do you suggest cherry or apple pie?”
You sat on the bench, a cigarette in hand as The man inside joined you, “you know those are as bad as the hooch?” “Well then keep ‘em both coming sugar.” You smiled at him, he just giggled and shook his head. “You know sugar…” “[Y/N], the name is [Y/N].” “Well you know something [Y/N], I have never seen someone like you in all my life.” “Well maybe you looking in the right places.” You took a drag and blew the cloud into the air. “So tell me mister, what is your name?” “Jimmy…. Jimmy Darling.” “So tell me Jimmy, why is it that you care about what we thought of the freak show?” “Well would you believe me if I told ya?” “Depends, what’s under the gloves?” “Well you see my gloves hid the side of me that is judged and ridiculed, Hell they have caused more pain then good.” “So are you in the show?” “Lobster Boy himself.” he lifted his cap up a bit and then brought it back down. “So then why wear the gloves?” “Let me tell ya a story, we were in in Wisconsin all summer, the boss decided to extend our stay, well when she did that our winter spot fell through causing us to spend all winter there too, which don’t get me wrong, we all loved it, some of the guys even got to see their first snow, however by January we were sick of it. However thoughs few months were the best I ever had, to everyone else I was just a guy wearing some gloves, I got to pretend that I was like every other guy, instead of being the guy who wore gloves all year so that he could be part of the world, go out, talk to women, eat at diners.” “Diner food can’t be that great?” “Well I mean, if I didn’t like diner food, I wouldn’t be here, talking to a beautiful woman.” “Can I see them?” “What do you mean?” “Well sweetie, I want to see your hands?” “Why?” “Well I want to see them, because I feel like you shouldn’t have to wear the gloves. I think it is terribly unfair that you are forced to wear these gloves because your hands are different and I would like you to be able to just sit here for the next five minutes and not need gloves to feel normal. As far as they know, we are just two people on a bench talking.” “Well I guess since a pretty girl asked.” He smiled at you, and then slipped the gloves off, revealing his hands. “Oh my, they are beautiful, how could anyone hate hands like these?” “Because they are different darling, and different is scary, just like you said. ” “So what do you like Darling?” “Well…” And there it started, you sat on that bench and talked like normal people, anything having to do with freaks faded away. Even Jimmy seemed to forget, and by the end of it, you had made a great new friend, named Jimmy Darling.
They stumbled into her apartment, pulling on each other’s clothes, unable to get the other naked fast enough. Their lips moved together in a sloppy kiss as he kicked her front door shut, groaning as he felt her press herself to him. Yongguk wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. He missed how it felt to have her body on his. He groaned again and she opened her mouth to him, allowing him to slide his tongue inside where it tangled with her own. Her hands slid against him, burning against his bare skin. Unable to watch where they were going, she tripped, falling backwards, pulling him down with her. She huffed as the weight of his body fell on top of her, making her breathless. She burst into a fit of giggles, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. Her body shook against his as she continued to laugh. He smiled down at her and shifted, leaning his weight onto his hands. She wiped her eyes and laid fully on her back, her legs falling open. He settled between them, smile falling from his face. He licked his lips, gaze boring into hers. Yongguk’s lips were on hers before she could form a thought. He lifted her thigh to his waist and held it there, groaning again as he rolled his hips down.
If it were any other night, she would have let him take control and do whatever it was he pleased to do to her body. But tonight, oh tonight, she’d had a few drinks and she was ready. Ready to show him what he missed out on. Ready to show him what he left behind without so much as a phone call. She pushed against his chest, making him roll to the side and on to his back. “Wh-..” She pressed a finger to his lips, interrupting him. “It’s my night, Yongguk..” She cooed, straddling his hips. He smiled and gently rested his hands on her upper thighs, “Your night, huh?” He rolled his head to the side and raised his eyebrows. She suddenly felt every bit of shy. Her face flushed and she cleared her throat, shifting on top of him to get comfortable. “Y-yes. It’s my night.” His smile widened, “Don’t get all shy on me now, love.” Too late. She wanted to hide and pretend like this never happened. She’d already lost her nerve and now she was sure the moment had been ruined. Yongguk rubbed his hands up and down her thighs and shifted under her, “C’mon now, love. I know you’ve got something for me.” She didn’t. Not anymore anyway. Maybe if she’d had a few more drinks in her, she’d be able to do it without feeling like an idiot.
She shook her head and hid her face in her hands. Yongguk sat up then, wrapping his arms around her waist, “Ya, ________. All this talk about it being your night and you can’t deliver? Should I go home then?” She shook her head no and dropped her hands from her face, “I think the liquid courage is starting to wear off..” She whispered. He chuckled again and knocked his knuckles gently against her forehead, “Idiot.” His hold on her became firm as he moved on to his knees and laid her on her back. “Let’s try this again…” He laughed. Her face flushed again and she bit into her bottom lip, looking away from his gummy smile. Wasting no more time, Yongguk pressed his lips to the base of her throat. She sighed at the familiar feel of his lips on her skin and he kissed lower, between the valley of her breasts. Unable to help herself, she pushed her hands into the softness of his hair, pushing his head down to where she wanted him to be. She heard him chuckle as he complied, lips moving further down her body.
The first initial lick between her folds sent her reeling, spiraling out of back into that wonderful, lust-filled space she went to whenever she was with him. This was the kind of thing she craved…his tongue on her. The way it made her feel was something that couldn’t simply be put into words. There was no way to describe how it felt to have him licking into her with precise, calculated movements of his blessed tongue. He was blessed, she was being blessed. This was a blessing. She pushed her hips against his face in gentle, shallow movements. Moaning, she pushed her hands into his hair, grabbing a fistful of it at the nape of his neck. Yongguk lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, pulling her hips closer to him. Regardless of the fact that this was a blessing, it wasn’t what she needed after weeks of being deprived of the one dick she wanted. She yanked on his hair, pulling him away from her, “Yongguk…” She breathed. He licked his lips, and moved to hover over her. She didn’t need any other words because he knew exactly what she was getting at. He’d had the same thought. After weeks of not being buried deep inside the tight, wet, heat of her body, simply eating her like she was his last meal didn’t even come close to what he wanted.
Her hand cupped the back of his neck and she yanked him forward until their faces were mere centimeters apart, “Don’t hold back.” She whispered, staring right into his soul. A silent, tension filled moment passed, neither saying anything. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of their breathing. She yanked him forward again, crushing their lips together. He lowered himself, molding his body to hers, reveling in the sweet feeling of her skin against his once again. She was always so soft and ready for him, body welcoming and so willing to bend to his liking. She was a work of art. Every single inch of her was made for him. He fully believed this, repeating it in his mind as he slid into her, stretching her open. He exhaled deeply, every muscle in his body tensing. Stay in control, Yongguk. A tug on his hair snapped his focus. He opened his yes and found her staring at him. Yongguk’s body quivered as he slowly rolled his hips forward, eyes trained on hers. They’d started slow before, but never like this. He was drowning. Drowning in the overwhelming feeling of her wrapped around him like a custom-made glove. He hadn’t even begun to use any kind of force, but he was already breathing hard. Every second spent sliding in and out of her at an almost glacial pace was like a punch to the lungs. “Yongguk….” She breathed, “Destroy me.” That was all he needed. The okay to do what he’d come to do.
She locked her legs around him and he drove his hips forward, getting into a rhythm. Whimpers turned to whines. Whines turned to moans. Moans turned into something fierce. He’d never heard her make these noises before. These were new. He could swear that she was crying as she buried her face against his shoulder, lifting her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. Her nails raked down his arms and back, causing his skin to burn. This wouldn’t stop him. He was going to do exactly what she wanted him to. He was going to destroy her. Break down everything that had built up over the past few weeks. She dug her nails into the back of his neck, forcing him to look at her, to watch her come undone before him. He’d never enjoyed someone’s undoing as much as he did with her. It was addicting. The way her face contorted in pleasure. The way she clung to him, breathy, choked off moans filling his ears. The way she called his name. The way she tightened around him to pull him into his own release. “Fuck! Just like that…just like that.” She rasped, eyes closing as she let her head fall back. His knees dug into the floor as he changed the angle of his thrusts, fucking into her harder. “Yongguk!” She gasped, mouth dropping open. There wasn’t any sound coming from her as her body tensed around him, shaking. She was close. He reached between their bodies, rubbing skillful circles into her clit, pulling high-pitched screeching noises from her.
Her body shook harder against him as he pushed her further, winding her up tighter and tighter until he was sure she’d fall apart. The dig of her nails into the back of his neck was harsh. Painful enough to push him to keep going. Three. Two. One.
She screamed his name, thighs locking around him in an iron grip. She clamped down on him with a strength he didn’t even know she had. His hips jerked to a halt as he spilled into her, groaning into her ear. He collapsed on top of her, trying to suck as much air into his lungs as he could. He rolled off of her before his body could relax completely, “Shit.” She rasped a laugh beside him, sweat slicked skin sliding against his. It was then that Yongguk realized something, “I’m never leaving you again.” He blurted. She rasped again, swatting his stomach with the back of her hand, “You better not.” He laughed along with her, as ridiculous as it may sound, there was no way he’d be able to go without her again. The time he spent without her was torture. No one could make him feel like she did. There was no comparison. None at all. “I’m serious.” He breathed, turning his head to her. “So am I.” If he hadn’t just used every ounce of strength he had trying to hold himself up, he’d have brushed her hair away from her face. “You okay with only having me?” He asked her seriously. She rolled her head to the side so that he could see her face, “Are you sure you’re okay with just me?”
Was he okay with just her? Only time would tell…..
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The gloves were…I
want to say spur of the moment but that’d be a fucking lie and even I’m not
that big of a liar. I don’t want to think about what they mean though because
it’s normal for…friends to get each other custom made gloves right? It’s normal
to watch your roommate so much and so often and so close that you notice the
way their hands shake when the temperature drops and the weather changes. And
it’s completely normal to want to smooth out their knitted eyebrows with a
gentle finger and a lame joke right?
I’m pretty sure it’s
normal but then what the fuck do I know? I’ve never had any real friends
before, not ones who would drop a subject when I stopped answering, not one who
avoided shit altogether. I don’t know if a friend is what I am to Kohe because
it doesn’t sound strong enough but it’s the only word I have.
He’s sad, in a
strange way, not sad like he missed his favourite tv show but sad like he lost
his entire family and maybe he has. What do I know? I know he’s Japanese, he
speaks the language too fluently to not be, and I know he can forge official
documents like a motherfucker and I know he’s got a thing for music. He thinks
I don’t notice the way he sways when he’s listening to his music or that I
can’t hear when he turns it up loud enough but I do. Maybe someone else
wouldn’t have caught the music, the violin pieces that sound sad like the
instruments themselves are crying, but if Kohe wanted a normal roommate he
would’ve fucking got one.
I leave him alone all
night, let him do whatever it is he does and try not to think about the way his
mouth fell open when I tossed the gloves at him. He’s handsome as hell and I
wonder if he realises sometimes, he’s always hiding his face somehow but I know
what he looks like; he’s got some of the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen even if
I can’t see the colour. I wonder what colour they are sometimes, when I can’t
sleep because the phantom pain of broken ribs puncturing my lungs is too much
or the ghost of a heart attack snatches me up.
I think about what
colour would suit him; green, brown, blue, black. I think brown would look best
on him, a nice deep brown like the colour of tree bark when the sunlight hits
it just right so you see all the veins of hazel and chestnut show up against
the flat umber. I think his eyes would look like home if I could see them
properly, I think his eyes look like home even though I can’t.
Sometimes I think about
showing him, I think about looping an arm around his waist and pulling him into
me until we’re chest to chest. I think about the expression on his face when I
lean in for a kiss, waiting for him to push me away, waiting for him to say he
doesn’t want this and him not doing a single thing. I think about how soft his
lips would feel, maybe I’d taste the cigarettes he smokes and thinks I don’t
know about, maybe he wouldn’t.
I’d show him after we
broke the kiss, I’d whip off the stupid glasses I have to wear now and show him
what I gave to an entity that never proved himself to me. I’d show him the
price of my loyalty and maybe he’d tell me about his past, just something, one
little nugget of understanding. Even if he didn’t tell me anything though, I’d
tell him about lying there on the cold rooftop and waiting for my death. I’d
tell him how scared I was, how much I hated Chin Chin and how much I wanted to
die because nothing was worth this pain.
Maybe I’d even tell
him about the panicked, frantic dreams I’d wake up from thinking I was still
there. Maybe not, might not be something you told friends, even friends as close
as Kohe because it was too personal or whatever, I still didn’t know how this
worked. Still, the gloves had to be a step in the right direction, right?
When I opened my door
and found the glasses in a ziplock bag stuck to my door, I decided that it
definitely had to be a step in the right direction. I’d seen the sunglasses in
Kohe’s room a few times, they were ray-bans, at least two hundred bucks and I’d
never seen him wear them. I knew they had to be related to his past because who
the fuck owned shit like this and didn’t do anything with it?
I wore the new shades
when I strolled into the kitchen for breakfast and Kohe was wearing the gloves,
neither of us said anything but words were never our strong suit. I bumped his
hip when I reached past him for the milk and he smiled at me as brightly as I’d
ever seen, as anyone had ever seen probably.
And here, in this tiny
ass apartment wearing expensive shades and eating knock-off brand cereal with a
man who barely spoke but understood a whole bunch, was something that other
Frank’d never had. The other Frank had never met Kohe, probably didn’t even
know the guy existed which meant at last, at least, here as something that was