In Rod Serling’s Twilight Zone episode “Midnight Sun” posed the conundrum (a riddle with a pun as the answer) whether the world would end in global warming or cooling. Robert Frost also pondered this riddle in his 1920 poem.
I think I have the answer: “Fire!”
The pun is that this is what you say to clear a crowded movie theater. Now that you have the punchline, you can get the setup in my column in The Space Review which is up.
Thirty-eight years ago, Apollo XI left Cape Canaveral, and headed off to the moon. Friday is the anniversary of the landing. I’ll be at the Space Frontier Conference, but for those who aren’t doing that, you have all week to plan a Friday-night celebration and commemoration of the epochal event.
I was just looking up the bio of the young woman who made the hilarious (and catchy and sexy) spoof Hillary campaign video, and she was reportedly born on July 16th.
Brian Swiderski has taken our advice, and started a blog on space. Like most of his previous commentary on space (and little of his “progressive” commentary on anything else), it’s worth a read. It could be particularly useful for him and Ferris Valyn to educate the left on the benefits of space and spaceflight, and shoot down a lot of the egregious nonsense about it from that sector, by people who can speak their language:
Everything is a playground for the rich–that’s why most people find becoming rich desirable. However, in this case “conspicuous consumption” may result in a virtuous circle of cost reductions and greater investment, which would increasingly open space to the general public. To have the wealthy pay for the infrastructure of future generations is at the core of progressive economic values, and it makes little sense to be offended when doing so occurs voluntarily.
No, I have no idea why Horowitz is leaving the agency. I do know, though, that the story about “spending more time with the family” is usually code for something else. He obviously knows things about The Shaft that the rest of us don’t, but it’s not obvious that he’s a rat leaving a sinking ship. On the other hand, it’s certainly possible.
Also, I’ve heard rumors that one of the names in the DC madam’s little black book was a high-ranking NASA official, but again, no particular reason to believe that it’s him, even if they’re true.
Either way, as Thomas James notes, it would be nice if he’d take his toy with him, but it’s unlikely.
[Update a few minutes later]
Chair Force Engineer, who has been speculating about Orion’s mass issues, has further thoughts.
I’ve long thought that, despite CIA claims to the contrary (I mean, it’s not like the CIA is a reliable source), Osama has been dead for years. Here’s a Koranic interpretation of the latest “new” (really old) video, that speculates that it’s preparatory to an announcement that he’s gotten his virgins.
I’ve long thought that, despite CIA claims to the contrary (I mean, it’s not like the CIA is a reliable source), Osama has been dead for years. Here’s a Koranic interpretation of the latest “new” (really old) video, that speculates that it’s preparatory to an announcement that he’s gotten his virgins.
I’ve long thought that, despite CIA claims to the contrary (I mean, it’s not like the CIA is a reliable source), Osama has been dead for years. Here’s a Koranic interpretation of the latest “new” (really old) video, that speculates that it’s preparatory to an announcement that he’s gotten his virgins.
Adriana Lukas writes about the ideology of the BBC (and no doubt many of their counterparts in the US):
“…we were not just anti-Macmillan; we were anti-industry, anti-capitalism, anti-advertising, anti-selling, anti-profit, anti-patriotism, anti-monarchy, anti-Empire, anti-police, anti-armed forces, anti-bomb, anti-authority. Almost anything that made the world a freer, safer and more prosperous place, you name it, we were anti it.”
The one here. I thought this an appropriate topic relating to the most overrated and overpriced vacation spot in the country (in my humble opinion, of course).
Ernest Hemingway, who lived for a time in Key West as a trophy husband (and yes, he did have polydactyl cats, many of whose descendants remain there, both at his house which is now a museum, and on the island), was the most overrated writer in American literature. Note that I’m not saying the worst writer, just the most overrated one.
Discuss.