…and a depressing one, of the Vision for Space Exploration. There’s a piece missing in the chronology, though. “Safe, Simple, Soon” was not part of the original vision. That was a sales slogan that ATK came up with to promote their particular means of implementing it. As noted, though, it seems to be failing on all three counts.
Note the comment that PDR has slipped into next year.
[Update mid morning PDT]
More on the PDR slip. It’s all the way out to next spring.
“…and what is the nature of it? An interesting post over at NASA Watch, but the comments are even more interesting. I have some thoughts, and they’re related to my earlier thoughts on systems engineering, but I’m curious to see what commenters here think.
The good news (at least for Floridians, who are still recovering from Fay): it now looks like it’s going to stay south of Cuba, and unlikely to hit the peninsula (at least soon).
The bad news (particularly for Jamaica and points west): it’s going to stay south of Cuba, and given the upper level winds (i.e., not much shear) it’s likely to become the season’s first major hurricane in a very few days. Look out, Yucatan and/or the Gulf…
…I really appreciate reading about the seven most retardedmentally-challenged ways that celebrities attempt to go green.
These were all funny at the time, but it’s nice to see a well-annotated compendium.
The healing continues, as the convention starts:
A handful of Clinton supporters also dogged MSNBC “Hardball” host Chris Matthews, calling him a “sexist pig” and booing him as he walked onto the network’s set.
Was his leg tingling?
A group of about ten protestors joined the fray, holding up signs saying, “Clintons 4 McCain.”
One woman holding a sign said, “We’ve been big Hillary Clinton supporters, we’ve been told to get over it… We want our party back.”
Gonna be one heckuva show.
Jeff Foust reports on last week’s anniversary get together.
When we finally start flying affordable space transports, future historians will look back in amazement that policy could have been so screwed up for so many decades, and so stubbornly unamenable to being fixed.
…that the LA Times can’t get any worse. Or funnier.
I have to say that I particularly enjoyed the comment by “Dick Stroker.” I’m sure he’s just a naif.
Speaking of LA, I’m flying out there tomorrow for almost two weeks. Blogging may be lightened somewhat–I’m supposed to be working. Or so the folks who are paying me tell me.
[Monday afternoon update]
Arrived safely, with luggage, even with a change in Dallas.
Unfortunately, just as I leave, it looks like Patricia is home alone to shutter up for Gustav next weekend.
On the eve of the upcoming donkey fight, I just want to remind people again that Senator Obama is not the nominee until the delegates vote, and that the Clintons remain the Clintons. Don’t think that there aren’t a lot of delegates (and nervous superdelegates particularly) passing around recent polls showing Hillary outpolling Obama against McCain.
One could in fact speculate that the selection of Biden was an attempt by a desperate Obama campaign to hang on to the old guard of the party. I suspect that the coming week will be quite entertaining. It’s good that McCain can wait until the end of the week to announce his own running mate.
[Update a few minutes later]
It strikes me that if the superdelegates vote to make Senator Obama the nominee, they will have failed in their intended purpose, which was to prevent candidates who were too far left, in the wake of McGovern. But as I’ve been saying for months now, they’re in a no-win situation. They can anoint The One, and have him lose (and probably with negative coattails down ticket) or they can elevate Hillary! and tear the party apart, probably with race riots. Sux to be them.
Arthur Silber has some belated advice for the Obama campaign:
…it might be best if you took some time to study dramaturgy in addition to…well, everything else. One of the keys to a certain kind of dramatic structure is that the climax occurs at the moment of maximum suspense. The arrival and duration of that particular moment are determined by the ways in which the preceding conflicts have been developed until the opposing forces have reached the point where the conflicts must be resolved, at least in significant part. The climactic moment cannot be prolonged beyond what the accumulated weight of the dramatic structure will bear. If it is prolonged too much, drama and suspense begin to ebb. When it is prolonged far too much, then what had been rigid goes slack; what had been stiff hopes, if you will, begin to droop.
In such lamentable circumstances (which all of us have experienced; yes, you have too, don’t deny it), instead of an ecstatic explosion, we are sometimes left with only a pathetic dribble. In this case, the pathetic dribble goes by the name Joseph Biden.
A Biden dribble just before the Democratic convention is a shocking failure of dramatic imagination. This exercise in digital manipulation was certainly not good for me, and I can’t imagine it was good for anyone, probably including Obama. I very much doubt that even Barack wants a cigarette after this failure to achieve satisfactory completion.
I know I don’t.
I’ve got an update to yesterday’s post, in which I discuss the flawed oil rig analogy. I should add that the submarine analogy is equivalently flawed. If we needed a giant and expensive machine to get an assembled submarine underwater, we might very well be tempted to do underwater assembly. But we don’t.