Category Archives: Social Commentary
The First Weightless Wedding
Back in the early nineties, when I unsuccessfully tried to get a weightless experience business started, this was one of the markets for it. It took a lot longer than I hoped or expected back then, and I didn’t make it happen, but I’m glad that someone did. And I see that she used one of the designs that Misuzu had the contest for as a wedding dress.
Of course, as usual, almost everyone gets this wrong:
The idea of these flights seems to be that the plane makes 16 huge dips from 36,000 feet to 24,000 feet to simulate zero gravity.
The weightless effect doesn’t just occur on the descent — it occurs through the entire parabola, up and down. If it only happened on the way down, the weightless period would only be half the time that it actually is.
Goat Meat
It’s not what’s for dinner, generally, in the US, but it’s pretty popular in the rest of the world. I’ve only had it a couple times myself (in Ethiopian restaurants).
But an interesting space-related point is that goats are a lot better for space colonies than beef, being easier to manage, more efficient producers of meat from carbs, needing less room, having more protein (and good milk). Keith and Carolyn Henson raised them in Tucson (in town) in the seventies, along with rabbits. They wrote an early paper on space colony agriculture, presented at the first Princeton Conference, based on their own experiences.
Unimpressed
Thoughts from Lileks on Letterman:
What’s amusing is how unamusing he is in the clip. How sour he seems. Compare him to his predecessors: Carson was all midwestern charm, with unreadable yet mannerly reserve; Steve Allen was almost as smart as he was certain you thought he must be, but he was cheerful; Parr was a nattering nutball covered with a rich creamy nougat of ego, but he was engaging. Letterman is empty; he’s inert; he stands for nothing except disdain for people foolish enough to stand for anything – aside from rote obesciance to all the things Decent People stand for, of course, all those shopworn assumptions passed around in the bubble.
This posture was fresh in ’80; it even had energy. But it paralyzes the heart after a while. You end up an SOB who shows up at the end of the night to reassure that nothing matters. I think he may have invented the posture of Nerd Cool, an aspect so familiar to anyone who reads message boards – the skill at deflating enthusiasm, puncturing passion with a hatpin lobbed from a safe distance. The instinctive unease with the wet messy energy of actual people.
Yes, reading too much into it. Really, it’s just a rote slam: If your mother is a loathed politician, and your older sister gets pregnant, famous old men can make jokes about you being knocked up by rich baseball players, and there’s nothing you can do. That’s the culture: a flat, dead-eyed, square-headed old man who’ll go back to the writers and ask for more Palin-daughter knocked-up jokes, because that one went over well. Other children he won’t touch, but not because he’s decent. It’s because he’s a coward.
I’ve never had any use for him, myself. But I’ve never been much into late-night “comedy,” period.
[Update a few minutes later]
Why aren’t feminists upset with Dave?
Because they’re leftists first, true feminists a distant second. And besides, Sarah Palin isn’t a real woman and of course, by extension, neither is her fourteen-year-old daughter. So they’re fair game.
[Mid-morning update]
Little Miss Atilla pulls no punches:
This is American Sharia, a**holes. The practitioners of Sharia in Muslim countries are at least consistent in their contempt for women and in their practice of gender apartheid: you, on the other hand, want sexual slavery for some women in this country; others, whose opinions you prefer, can live in relative peace and freedom. You will allow it.
If you are giving women and girls the “gift” of not being badgered for being female, and threatened with misogyny and sexual assault, they are not truly free—only living in a state of grace, contingent upon performing the right tricks, spouting leftist verbiage like seals at Sea World, balancing balls on their noses in the hopes of getting fish thrown into their mouths.
And any woman who doesn’t understand this fundamental truth about the misogynists living among them could be in for a rude awakening at any point, because that attitude will infect those who harbor it.
The leftist men in the sixties were notorious for their sexism and misogyny, considering women only useful for cooking and sex, while they wrote their manifestos. In fact, the feminist backlash in the seventies against “male chauvinist pigs” was a direct result of the experience of many of the women in the sixties with their “progressive” male cohorts. Some of them never grew up. Letterman is of that generation.
Sixty-Five Years
Next year, it will be roughly two-thirds of a century since the Normandy landing. The ceremonies on the beach had been held every ten years up until 2004. I remember the 1974 anniversary, and my mother, who had been a WAC in Egypt, commenting that she couldn’t believe that it had been thirty years. It’s sobering to realize now, as my age is close to hers then, that the landing was as close to her in time as the Iranian revolution and the worst of the Carter era is to me now.
Anyway, today’s ceremony has been only five years since the last one, because it won’t be long before there are no survivors left. The youngest of the men who stormed Juno, Gold, Sword, Omaha are eighty-three years old, and many of them are older, and they are dying by the hundreds each year as their ages advance. There will be many fewer on the seventieth anniversary, and just a handful, if any on the eightieth.
When they’re all gone, will European and North American leaders still gather on the once blood-soaked sand to commemorate their sacrifice and bravery? If so, for how many more years, before it becomes an event in long-forgotten history, irrelevant to those generations? We no longer have such ceremonies at Gettysburg, a similar watermark in political and military history, because no one alive remembers it first hand. Has any president given a speech there on the anniversary (the nation’s birthday)? Has any made a speech there on any day since Lincoln made his famous address only a few months after the event? I suspect that as time goes on, no one will show up at Normandy on June 6 except history buffs. The “greatest generation” is passing, and with them, an era.
[Update in the afternoon]
It occurs to me that this is probably the first such event at which none of the leaders speaking at it were alive when the landing occurred. G. W. Bush was born just after the war, but in 2004, Chirac gave a speech, and he was twelve years old when France was liberated. I’m pretty sure that Sarkozy, Harper, Brown and Obama are all baby boomers.
[Update a while later]
Lots of D-Day posts and links over at Aaarrrggghhh (not a permalink, just scroll).
Watch Me
One of the more prolific sources of email spam I get is for replica watches, something in which (like the subjects of most spam) I have zero interest. I like the subject of the latest one (of which I’ve gotten a few today): “No one can resist a temptation to buy our watches.”
Wanna bet? I don’t even have to resist it the temptation, because it doesn’t exist.
Well, He Meant “…A Man…”
…but he didn’t quite say it:
Riley and Olsson…concluded that Commander Armstrong and his family members do pronounce the word “a” in a discernible way.
And based on broadcasts from Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin from the surface of the Moon, it is clear that the word “a” was easily transmitted to Earth without being obliterated.
But their analysis of the intonation of the phrase strongly suggests Commander Armstrong had intended to say “a man”. There is a rising pitch in the word “man” and a falling pitch when he says “mankind”.
According to Mr Olsson: “This indicates that he’s doing what we all do in our speech, he was contrasting using speech – indicating that he knows the difference between man and mankind and that he meant man as in ‘a man’ not ‘humanity’.”
I think it’s safe to say that this has been analyzed to death at this point. It’s only been forty years.
A Motorcycle Dispute
Over at Winds of Change. While Marc gets the better of the argument, and I’ve been long on record that Harleys completely suck and the world would be a much better place without them, I have to admit that a bike called the Hypermotard sounds like something that someone would ride after missing the short bus.
Danger: Sand
Some thoughts on the uselessness of MSDSs.
Of course, it’s not as hazardous as this toxic substance.
The Cruelty Of The Marketplace
This is one tough recession. Hookers’ rates are down in Amsterdam:
‘Some of the girls are now doing it for 30 euros (S$60). My price is still 50 euros, but the men are playing us off against each other. Some want to pay only 20 euros,’ she told AFP.
Guess they need a bail out. Of course, it’s particularly tough in Europe, where there’s so much competition from women who are giving it away…