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#MarsWalk: Steps to Participate

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“You’ve safely landed on Mars and want to make a grand entrance on the Red Planet. The Moon Walk doesn’t fit for Mars, so what do you do? You join us in the #MarsWalk. As Orion takes its first step on the journey to Mars in December with Exploration Flight Test-1, Lockheed Martin wants to see what your first steps on Mars would be – and be creative! Go solo or grab backup dancers, blast your favorite song and record your best dance moves!

Now, upload your Mars moves to Instagram using the hashtag #MarsWalk. Don’t have an Instagram, but still want to share your video? Participate by including the hashtag #MarsWalk with your video on all your social channels. We will feature ‘The Best of the Week’ Mars Walk video – so get down and upload your best Mars moves.”

Quick Steps to Participate:

  • Put on your favorite tune, whip out your best dance moves and film your version of the Mars Walk.
  • Upload your video on one of your social media channels with the hashtag #MarsWalk and be sure to mention @LockheedMartin so we can check it out!
  • We’ll select the most creative Mars Walk video and post it as ‘The Best of the Week’ – so don’t forget to check back in with us!
  • Two left feet? That’s okay! You can spread the word by including #MarsWalk on all your social interactions.

Against Me! “Holy Shit!”

I am oh so fascinated,
I am oh so entertained,
standing here like a comedian,
I repeat what I said, again and again and again
until the meaning has become an imitation of itself,
an impression of an original defeats the fucking purpose.
I don’t know where this is going,
but it’s looking more and more like the same place where we started.

Oh good God, holy shit, the joke’s on us, not on them.
Kids pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen.

Oh good God, holy shit, the joke’s on us, not on them.
Kids pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen.

And everybody’s watching the lead singer in the bands.
The guitars explode into a drumbeat that’s driving.
It’s pretty fucking boring, ah don’t you think?
And of all the things we’d ask,
of all the ways we’d like for it to be,
they’re just drunken conversations,
song lyrics sung at the top of our lungs so desperately.
I believe in a power that is of and by the people.
I believe in an art that cannot be compromised.
I believe that I will endure, and I will overcome.
And I will sing it until I no longer remember the reason.

Oh good God, holy shit, the joke’s on us, not on them.
Kids pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen.

Oh good God, holy shit, the joke’s on us, not on them.
Kids pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen.

Barenaked Ladies and Chris Hadfield: "I.S.S. (Is Someone Singing)"

“Canadian Space Agency Astronaut and musician Chris Hadfield and Barenaked Ladies’ Ed Robertson are co-writing the song for Music Monday 2013; officially titled I.S.S. (Is Somebody Singing). The song is being commissioned by CBCMusic.ca and The Coalition for Music Education to celebrate music education in schools across Canada. The song will premiere on February 8, 2013 across CBC platforms: CBC-TV, CBC Radio and CBCMusic.ca, with Hadfield performing on the International Space Station and Robertson and the Barenaked Ladies on Earth with a high school choir.”

A Cinematic Love Letter to Space Exploration "The Sky is Calling Us"

From copywriter Nickolaus Sugai and interaction designer Lauren Geschke comes this poignant video poetry, a kind of love letter to NASA posing a difficult question that we as a culture and a society must answer.

We once dreamt of open sails 
and open seas
We once dreamt of new frontiers 
and new lands
Are we still a brave people?
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Somewhere along the way 
we forgot to look up
we forgot to wonder
we forgot to imagine
we forgot to dream.
When history writes about us
what will they say?
Will they say they watched the masses huddle idly 
and weak voices whispering apathy?
Or will they say that we turned the 
question marks that loom over this 
generation into declarative periods?
A statement that shouts, “We will not
choose to sit idly while the cosmos moves on!”
The sky is indifferent. For I have never seen it cry.
It will not wait for us, so we must go to it.
Because if we ignore the cause of the sky,
who then will draw the maps of the universe?