James Lileks

Wants to go into space:

I want my child to look at the night sky and always think: this is the beginning. This is square one. More, please; faster. I want my child to be bored with the Moon, used to Mars, and desperate to learn what the Europa expedition has learned. I want my daughter to be an old woman sitting in a chair at her cabin up north, looking up at the bright brilliant sky, wondering if her kids remembered to dump daddy’s ashes on their field trip to the moon, or whether they just plain forgot, flushed them down the shuttle loo and claimed they scattered me near the LEM Memorial Site.

It's all here.