Well, it’s next weekend, and we’re back from Vegas. Here‘s a good article on the state of play for the beast. I suspect that the hed wasn’t written by the author.
[Update early afternoon]
This seems related, somehow. Sarah Hoyt’s thoughts on The Man Who Sold The Moon.
[Sunday-morning update]
I’ll be on The Space Show at noon PDT to talk about the 56th anniversary.
A comprehensive rundown on its future, and that of Commercial Crew in general.
I’ve been worrying about this development for decades. Looks like it’s on the doorstep. It won’t just be used by militaries. Just another nail in the coffin of privacy.
Bob Zimmerman has the latest. Space policy will continue to be a mess until someone with vision for it is put into place (and probably even then). It’s not at all clear that Duffy knows which end the fire comes out of.
Jeff Foust read what appears to be a dumb book so you don’t have to.
What if it’s our best window to the future? A discussion with David Brin.
He’s more down on lunar resources than I am, but I agree with his critique of Artemis.
Thoughts from Eric Berger on Sean Duffy’s additional job.
Unlike many on this platform, speaking as a space-policy expert, I have no idea whether it will hurt NASA to lose those 2000+ GS13-GS15 "senior executives," or if Duffy will be able to provide any more "leadership" than Janet Petro. I simply know too little about who they are.
— Rand Simberg (@Simberg_Space) July 10, 2025
[Afternoon update]
Speaking of interim administrators, here’s an interesting interview with Jared Isaacman.
Thoughts on how to make kids more self reliant, from Neils Stephenson and Ferguson (except the latter is a Niall).
I had terrible flights, today. I have a cold, so I was miserable to start. Then at DCA, Americans delayed my flight to Phoenix, then had me go to a different terminal to catch it, while changing my seat from my window toward the front to a center toward the rear(with no explanation), with a woman in the window seat who had zero interest in what was going on outside, so I spent over four hours in a semi-claustrophobic condition. (As an aside, I’m kind of astonished at how many people in window seats have zero curiosity and desire to see where they are, keeping shades down throughout).
Then, when I get to Phoenix, my connection to LA is delayed three hours, which is why I have time to bitch about it. But I hope I’ll be home soon, with Patricia and the cats, after being gone for over a week.