Busy

Sorry, but I’m working on three Wright essays today.

But meanwhile, go over to RLV News, (which I think should have the name changed to “Space Transport News”) and check out the latest news on the X-Prize.

[Update at 5:26 PM]

According to the same source, Clark Lindsey, there’s a rumor that there may be “special test flight activity on Wednesday morning” at Mojave Airport…

Will Burt Rutan be lighting the engine on SpaceShipOne on the Wright anniversary?

How Long Will It Take

…before a lot of the people who were castigating Bush as a “miserable failure” because he couldn’t find Saddam start saying that catching Saddam isn’t that big a deal?

I suspect it’s already happening.

By the way, I wonder how effective a commercial showing Dick Gephardt repeating the words “this president is a miserable failure” over and over would be for the Republicans ten months from now?

Road To Orbit?

…or a dead end?

Clark Lindsey has a good survey of opinions on the utility of suborbital vehicles, in terms of their applicability to orbital space transports. Regular readers will know that I concur with Dan DeLong and Henry Spencer, and that I have little respect for the opinion of John Pike.

We’re slowly recapitulating manned spaceflight the way it should have been done in the first place, had we not been derailed by Apollo.

Jack Up The Winnebago

OK, a space post. I’m a little jealous, because Clark Lindsey got a scoop (well, not really, it’s just a release by the Space Access Society, but whenever Henry Vanderbilt does a Space Access Update, it’s usually worth reading, and it’s not yet available on the Space Access Society site).

Fortunately, Clark published it on his site. It has, as usual, some common-sense advice as to what to do about NASA which, as equally usual, will probably not be followed. Henry is more optimistic than I, but I hope he’s right.

Shelly Had His Number

Just to finish off this glorious day:

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Biting Commentary about Infinity…and Beyond!