More False Lessons Learned

I’ve been surprised at how little commentary there is in the blogosphere about today’s anniversary, with the only note of it I’ve seen so far at NASA Watch.

Here’s what I wrote at the time (off the top of my head, having just been woken up by a phone call from the east coast telling me that Columbia was missing in action over Texas). And here are some links to other things I wrote on the subject over the next few days. I’d change little of what I wrote then. Unfortunately, NASA (and Congress) don’t seem to have learned the lesson from that event or, worse, they’ve learned the wrong lessons.

From that day three years ago, here’s the lesson they should have learned:

The entire NASA budget is now in a cocked hat, because we don’t know what the implications are until we know what happened. But it could mean an acceleration of the Orbital Space Plane program (I sincerely hope not, because I believe that this is entirely the wrong direction for the nation, and in fact a step backwards). What I hope that it means is an opportunity for some new and innovative ideas–not techically, but programmatically.

Once again, it demonstrates the fragility of our space transportation infrastructure, and the continuing folly of relying on a single means of getting people into space, and doing it so seldom. Until we increase our activity levels by orders of magnitude, we will continue to operate every flight as an experiment, and we will continue to spend hundreds of millions per flight, and we will continue to find it difficult to justify what we’re doing. We need to open up our thinking to radically new ways, both technically and institutionally, of approaching this new frontier.

Anyway, it’s a good opportunity to sit back and take stock of why the hell we have a manned space program, what we’re trying to accomplish, and what’s the best way to accomplish it, something that we haven’t done in forty years. For that reason, while the loss of the crew and their scientific results is indeed a tragedy, some good may ultimately come out of it.

Unfortunately, while there was a minimal debate within the government, it wasn’t really a public one, and the real issues never got properly thrashed out–we still, as a nation, don’t really know why we’re doing this. And we still have the mentality that the way to get the nation into space and keep it there is for the space agency to develop a launch system to its own specifications, with a low flight rate and high costs, with no resiliency or diversity of approaches. The CEV program looks more and more like the OSP every day. OSP was a capsule designed to go to ISS that might have evolved into a lunar transportation vehicle. CEV is a capsule originally conceived to go to the moon with an early capability to deliver crew to ISS, but the latter goal seems to have come to the forefront, with the dropping of the methane requirement and potential acceleration of the program to close the Shuttle “gap.”

If CEV is successful, it will be just as expensive to operate as Shuttle, probably even if one ignores the high development costs of both it and its all-new (and yes, despite the marketing hype from NASA and ATK, the SRM-based “stick” will essentially be a new vehicle development) launcher. It will have the theoretical capability to get to the Moon (assuming that NASA can find the money to fund the ridiculously expensive Shuttle-derived heavy lifter on which they needlessly insist, and the lunar lander and departure stages), and it will probably be safer, but that in itself won’t make it worth the money that it will cost, particularly when one contemplates the opportunity cost of how that hundred billion could be better spent.

The other lesson that NASA seems to have mislearned is one of basic economics. We have not been rational in the decision to return to flight. Jeff Foust notes some recent foolish congressional commentary:

“One of the arguments that NASA uses is that we have a contractual obligation to 15 other countries with the ISS,” said Rep. Tom Feeney (R-FL). “There is no sympathy for that argument with the Congress.” Feeney said that if there is another foam-shedding incident with the shuttle (or presumably another problem of similar seriousness) “it’s going to be really hard to save at that point, really hard to save” the shuttle program.

As someone who considers international cooperation in space to be (in general, though there have been exceptions, one of which is certainly not the space station) a bug, rather than a feature, I agree that Congress shouldn’t let this drive the decision. But the notion that the Shuttle program’s fate should be a function of whether or not we shed more foam is nonsensical.

The last Shuttle flight we had, last summer, which was the first one since that fateful day three years ago, probably cost (just guessing here–no time or reason to try to do a more precise estimate from the budgets) on the order of ten billion dollars (the amount of money we spent on the Shuttle program from February 2003 through July 2005). If they fly this spring, that flight will have cost probably another two or three billion. Every day that we keep this Shuttle program alive probably costs us about ten million dollars or so, whether we fly it or not (a number that makes one weep when one thinks of it as an X-Prize per day). And retiring one of the Orbiters, as some have suggested, will save very little money. In fact, as loved as Hubble is by the public, it doesn’t make financial sense to use a Shuttle to repair it unless it is done quickly, because we could probably afford several new telescopes for the cost of maintaining the Shuttle program long enough to get the mission off.

There are only two reasons to be concerned about whether or not the foam shedding continues. The first is the risk of another vehicle loss, and the second is the risk of losing another crew.

It would make sense to worry about losing another orbiter, if the probability of loss was high, and we had to conserve the fleet for many flights. But the program is already planned to be terminated within another couple dozen flights anyway, and even if more foam is shed, the chances that it will result in another vehicle loss are pretty small–it flew many successful flights prior to all of the renewed attention to the foam issue since 2003. Yes, it’s Russian roulette, but sometimes, if the odds are right (one is playing with a hundred-chamber gun, instead of a six-chamber gun, and there is a significant payoff to playing), playing Russian roulette can be a rational decision.

The reality, of course, is that every action we take is an act of Russian roulette, every decision we make a gamble–all that differs is the odds. If, against the odds, we lose another Orbiter in the next few flights, we could still finish the station with a fleet of two. We could, in fact, probably get to the goal with only one remaining, though the schedule would be further slowed (this all assumes, of course, that there aren’t some new reliability issues of which we’re currently unaware, which seems unlikely at this point given our experience base). So given that we plan to retire the fleet anyway, it makes sense to fly them out, to accomplish their intended purpose and get some value for the money we’re spending to keep the program alive.

The other reason to avoid a loss is to avoid another loss of crew, but that makes no sense, either. Everyone in the astronaut office is as well informed on the risks as anyone can be. If there are some who aren’t willing to fly in that knowledge, then there are plenty who will be happy to take their slots. If they (and the nation) don’t think that it’s worth a one in a hundred shot of dying to complete the space station, then the nation must not attach much importance to completing the space station, either out of some (misplaced, in my opinion) sense that doing so advances us in our goals in space (whatever they are), or in terms of keeping international agreements.

As Congressman Weldon pointed out in Jeff’s post, NASA has a serious budget problem. They probably aren’t going to get the money to both complete ISS and to keep CEV on schedule. They, and Congress and the White House, have to make some hard choices. The current policy, of keeping the Shuttle program going, without flying, is the worst possible one. Either retire the system now, and put the money toward our future (preferably in some other direction than ESAS, but even ESAS is better than paying for a Shuttle that doesn’t fly) or start flying it now. But three years after the last tragedy (a longer period of time than when we were down after the Challenger loss) don’t just keep sitting on the pot, as the billiondollarometer continues to tick away.

[Update in the afternoon]

Clark Lindsey has some other links to commentary on the anniversary.

Understatement

Clark Lindsey:

Maybe I’ve got this all wrong, but it sure looks like the EELV program will go down as one of the biggest mistakes, if not fiascos, in Air Force management history. If you include the Boeing cheating scandal, then it’s a huge black mark upon the whole aerospace industry.

Sounds right to me.

Sometimes it seems like the DoD is in a heated competition with NASA to see who can accomplish the least in space with the most amount of money.

[Update in the afternoon]

In my pain-induced madness, I forgot the link earlier. Now you can go and, as they say, read the whole thing.

Back From Vacation

…and in pain. I’ve been having problems with my neck and shoulder for about a week now, and it didn’t clear up for the weekend, so it marred our trip up the coast. I’m going to see an orthopedic sports specialist about it this morning, but blogging will likely be light until I get it under control.

In the meantime, go read Rick Tumlinson’s latest rant about NASA dropping methane from its CEV requirements. I find little with which to disagree.

[Update in the afternoon, after a trip to the doctor’s office]

They X-rayed my head, and found nothing. But that’s not important now.

The key thing is, when they X-rayed my neck, it revealed a slightly compressed disk, but the sawbones recommended a course of oral cortisone, and expected that to clear it up in a few days.

Listen to This

In today’s New York Times, Philip Bobbitt says in “Why We Listen”:

In the debate over whether the National Security Agency’s eavesdropping violated the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act, we must not lose sight of the fact that the world we entered on 9/11 will require rewriting that statute and other laws. The tiresome pas de deux between rigid civil libertarians in denial of reality and an overaggressive executive branch seemingly heedless of the law, while comforting to partisans of both groups, is not in the national interest.

Who watches the watchmen? On one hand, it’s tricky to safeguard the data and trust the users of a vast database to stay narrowly focused. On the other hand, users do very little to secure their cordless and cell phone and internet traffic and send out email messages as plain text. Should they enjoy any privacy protection at all?

Seals And Scenery

Just a quick postcard or two, since I’m not posting anything consequential (as though that’s something new…) but go check out some of the space blogrolls to the left, and this week’s issue of The Space Review should be up.

About fifteen years ago, for some reason, a group of elephant seals decided to colonize a stretch of beach by Point Piedras Blancas, just north of San Simeon. It was a surprising location, because it’s hardly a remote area–Highway One goes right by it, and I remember that when they first started mating and birthing here, there were a lot of cars just pulling over to the side to look. State wildlife people put up barriers to prevent this, and set up special parking lots from which to view the beach. Several years ago, one could walk among them, but this is now strongly discouraged with fences and docents.

With all the protection, and despite the tourist interest, the population has exploded, and right now is breeding season. There were hundreds of pups on the beach, still in their black pre-weaning coats (they’ll molt and go gray after about six weeks, when they start swimming and eating in the ocean). Many are almost newborn, and staying close to mom.

We drove a little farther north, and had lunch at Ragged Point. It was somewhat cloudy and foggy, but the view to the north of the Big Sur coastline was still gorgeous.

Off To Cambria

We’re heading up to the California central coast for a couple days to celebrate (or mourn) the most recent anniversary of the date of my birth. I’ll take my laptop, but I don’t know if the place we’re staying will have internet (though it’s getting more and more rare to find a place that doesn’t these days), so I don’t know if I’ll be posting. But I’m supposed to be relaxing and hiking and enjoying the scenery (and what a change in scenery and climate it is from anywhere in Florida), so maybe I should chase the blogging monkey off my back for the weekend, anyway.

Hey, I can quit any time I want…

[Update on Saturday night]

Hotel in Cambria does in fact have wireless. But I’m going to try to minimize time on the computer anyway.

Wrong Lessons Learned

It’s twenty years today since Challenger was lost with all aboard. It was the first real blow to NASA’s confidence in its ability to advance us in space, or that our space policy was sound. It finally shattered illusions about twenty-four flights a year, to which the agency had been clinging up until that event, but it wasn’t severe enough to really make a major change in direction. That took the loss of Columbia, three years ago this coming Tuesday.

Unfortunately, while that resulted finally in a policy decision to retire the ill-fated Shuttle program, the agency seems to have learned the wrong lessons from it–they should have come to realize that we need more diversity in space transport, and it cannot be a purely government endeavor. Instead, harkening back to their glory days of the sixties, the conclusion seems to be that, somehow (and inexplicably) the way to affordability and sustainability is exactly the approach that was unaffordable and unsustainable the last time we did it.

But one has to grant that Apollo was safe, and probably the new system will be more so than the Shuttle was. But safety shouldn’t be the highest goal of the program. Opening frontiers has always been dangerous, and it’s childish to think that this new one should be any different. The tragedy of Challenger and Columbia wasn’t that we lost astronauts. The tragedy was that we lost them at such high cost, and for missions of such trivial value.

This is the other false lesson learned from Challenger (and Columbia)–that the American people won’t accept the loss of astronauts. But we’ve shown throughout our history that we’re willing to accept the loss of brave men and women (even in recent history) as long as it is in a worthy cause. But NASA’s goal seems to be to create yet another appallingly expensive infrastructure whose focus is on recapitulating the achievements of four decades (five decades, by the time they eventually manage it, assuming they keep to their stated schedule) ago.

Will the American people be inspired by that? I can’t say–I only know that I am not.

Would they be inspired by a more ambitious program, a riskier program that involved many more people going into space at more affordable costs, even if (or perhaps because) it is a greater hazard to the lives of the explorers? I surely would. But it seems unlikely that we’re going to get that from the current plan, or planners.

Mission Aborted

This was a memorably disastrous business trip. I flew into Seattle last night, and had my connecting flight to Edmonton cancelled for weather, with no other flights scheduled until this morning. Of course, after standing in a long line, there were no seats left on it. There was no point in my getting a later flight, because the meeting was today, and the next flight wouldn’t get me up there until about 6 PM (and my return flight was scheduled for 6:30 tomorrow morning). So I got put on the standby list in the hope that I could still attend the afternoon part of the meeting.

Since it was an act of God, the airline didn’t pay for my room in Seattle, but they did get me a discount at the Ramada. Unfortunately, when I got there, along with many other stranded Edmontonians, the computer at the check-in desk was down, so there was another long line there.

I finally got a room, about 11 PM (my original flight to Edmonton had been scheduled to leave at about 9), with a lottery ticket for a flight at 9:50 AM this morning. When I got to the gate, I was greeted by a sign asking for volunteers to give up their seats–the flight had checked in overbooked, and I was about fifth in line on standby. To add to the fun, there was a weather advisory on the flight, meaning that there was fog in Edmonton, and that there was a good chance that it would be diverted to Calgary. If this happened, I’d still end up not getting to Edmonton until this evening, just in time to find out what happened at the meeting and fly back to LA in the morning.

At this point, this trip was so snake bit that I was getting to be quite confident that if I did manage somehow to get on the flight, it would not only get diverted to Calgary, but the bus that was supposed to get me to Edmonton would break down on the road, and then the weather would move in with a vengeance, preventing me from getting back to California on Saturday, where I was scheduled to celebrate my birthday with Patricia, who is flying in here from Florida tonight, with a hotel room reserved up in Cambria for Saturday and Sunday nights.

So I decided to just cut my losses.

Fortunately, the people on Horizon Air (who operated the Dash 7 flight that I was supposed to take to Canada) were willing to simply refund my total ticket, and get me on the next Alaska flight back south. Unfortunately, they were having trouble finding the forms they needed to fill out in order to make it all happen. Eventually, though, they did get a credit on my credit card bill, and a return ticket to LA.

Of course, when I got to LA, the people at the place where I’d valeted my rental car couldn’t take my money, because there was a problem with their receipt printer, on which one of the women was performing surgery with a pair of scissors (a servicing tool that I’m sure is not approved by the factory at which the device was manufactured). But finally, they accepted payment, issued the key to the valet, and I got my car. I just got back to my room with a sigh of relief. I’m not going anywhere for a couple hours.

Sleeping In Seattle

Which is better than sleepless, I guess, but I’m not supposed to be in Seattle. I’m supposed to be in Edmonton, AB, but my connecting flight was cancelled for weather. Say what you want about Florida, but they never cancel airplane flights for freezing fog. Whether I eventually get there depends on whether I can go standby in the morning. Otherwise, the trip is pointless, and it’s back to LA.

Oh, well…

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