I had a ridiculously late lunch yesterday, walking out of my building at 3:15 to find something I could buy and eat quickly enough to be ready for a 4pm meeting.¹ I walked outside, turned the corner and immediately saw a man coming up the block. It took a nanosecond for my brain to do the processing:
I turned the corner and immediately saw a good-looking Black man with a nice afro coming up the block.
A familiar good-looking Black man with a nice afro coming up the block.
A familiar-because-he’s-famous good-looking Black man with a nice afro coming up the block.
IT’S NEIL DEGRASSE TYSON!
Seriously. Neil deGrasse Tyson, in all his smooth-walking, self-assured glory. Dr. I-Make-Astrophysics-Crazy-Cool. Dr. I’m-in-a-Superman-Comic Tyson.²
Oh, do I need to tell you I am a science geek and Tyson fangirl?
But I was calm. Ish. I neither stopped walking and pointed frantically nor threw myself at him. Sadly, however, I couldn’t quite function well enough to either take out my phone and snap a pick, or better still, take out my phone and ask to take a selfie with him. Alas. All I could do was stare (yes, very cool). He gave me a knowing smirk and kept it moving.
Neil deGrass Tyson, people!
“The atoms of our bodies are traceable to stars that manufactured them in their cores and exploded these enriched ingredients across our galaxy, billions of years ago. For this reason, we are biologically connected to every other living thing in the world. We are chemically connected to all molecules on Earth. And we are atomically connected to all atoms in the universe. We are not figuratively, but literally stardust.”
Is it any wonder I was starstruck? As Dr. Tyson so grandly informs us, he’s made of “star stuff.”
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¹ Ha! As if I could kid you that I had anything in mind other than pizza!
² No, really. He charted the location of Krypton for the Man of Steel.