While reading Michael Belfiore’s new book this weekend, I was struck by Brian Binnie’s description of his X-Prize winning flight. Well, Jeff Foust has a report on a speech that Brian gave this past weekend, on what an amazing experience it will be. And if you can’t oversell it, it makes it a double shame that Rocketplane may not be able to sell it at all.
“You Can’t Oversell It”
While reading Michael Belfiore’s new book this weekend, I was struck by Brian Binnie’s description of his X-Prize winning flight. Well, Jeff Foust has a report on a speech that Brian gave this past weekend, on what an amazing experience it will be. And if you can’t oversell it, it makes it a double shame that Rocketplane may not be able to sell it at all.
Heinleinorama (Part Two)
Thomas James has a link roundup.
And don’t miss this speech from NASA’s head congressional liaison:
Scarcely a week after the Challenger accident, President Reagan gave his State of the Union. And to a nation still in mourning he declared,
Competition
Here’s an excellent example of why the monolithic, “study it forever and then select a single concept” NASA approach is the wrong way to do vehicle development. With private enterprise in the game, and competing concepts, we’ll be able to let the market sort out which is best. And I’ll bet that there’s market for both.
Say It’s Not So
Left-wing bias at a public broadcasting agency? Surely not.
And using their own words and actions against them? How unfair.
Say It’s Not So
Left-wing bias at a public broadcasting agency? Surely not.
And using their own words and actions against them? How unfair.
Say It’s Not So
Left-wing bias at a public broadcasting agency? Surely not.
And using their own words and actions against them? How unfair.
Swallowing An Elephant?
This isn’t good news, if true:
Urie said the funds being used to build the Rocketplane XP, a converted Learjet fitted with a delta wing and a rocket engine, were funneled into Rocketplane
My Manners
“Mac” makes a comment in the previous post about how much of a jerk I am:
…to a great extent, the people who are on the receiving end of Rand’s barbs are those that cast the first stone. Whether or not Rand’s being rude to those people who are rude first is immaterial since this is Rand’s blog. If those that wish to insult Rand cannot bear being insulted back, they shouldn’t post in the first place.
While I’m sure there are exceptions, what with me being human and all, that is in fact my philosophy. I attempt to operate on the Internet (as I attempt to in life) on a tit-for-tat basis. I’ve never been a Christian, and so never feel any moral need to turn the other cheek (though I often do anyway). I just think that it’s the best philosophy of operation. As Axelrod describes it, it has the features of being nice, forgiving, provocable, and clear, which should be the basis for any interaction that provides maximum benefit to all parties.
So, if someone posts nonsense (something that I consider an insult to my blog, and to the intelligence of my other readers), and I call it that, am I being a “jerk”? I report, you decide.
[Update in the afternoon]
Sorry ’bout that. I clumsily worded the opening sentence above. “…about how much of a jerk I am” refers to the post (and is sarcastic), not to Mac’s comment.
So Much For The “White House Conspiracy”
Robert Novak describes the “attack on Joe Wilson”:
Armitage was giving me high-level insider gossip, unusual in a first meeting. About halfway through our session, I brought up Bush’s sixteen words. What Armitage told me generally confirmed what I had learned from sources the previous day while I was reporting for the Fran Townsend column.
I then asked Armitage a question that had been puzzling me but, for the sake of my future peace of mind, would better have been left unasked.
Why would the CIA send Joseph Wilson, not an expert in nuclear proliferation and with no intelligence experience, on the mission to Niger?
“Well,” Armitage replied, “you know his wife works at CIA, and she suggested that he be sent to Niger.” “His wife works at CIA?” I asked. “Yeah, in counterproliferation.”
He mentioned her first name, Valerie. Armitage smiled and said: “That’s real Evans and Novak, isn’t it?” I believe he meant that was the kind of inside information that my late partner, Rowland Evans, and I had featured in our column for so long. I interpreted that as meaning Armitage expected to see the item published in my column.
The exchange about Wilson’s wife lasted no more than sixty seconds.
The notion that Wilson was being “punished” by “outing” his wife never made any sense, except to the Bush deranged. And as the article notes, Fitzgerald knew this before he ever deposed Libby, and yet decided to go on his fishing expedition anyway.