Columbia, Gem of Emotion

From: hellpopehuey@subgenius.com (HellPopeHuey)
Newsgroups: alt.slack,alt.discordia,alt.journalism.gonzo
Date: Sun, Feb 2, 2003 10:35 PM

(I posted a portion of this last night. This is the fleshed-out
version I am sending to the Free Press as my next column. Same to you.
I feel great sympathy for the families of these outstanding people
and at least feel encouraged that the expressions of regard &
compassion are some evidence of an awareness & civility that evidences
itself all too rarely.)

We do a lot of arguing about standards these days, what is "right" or
"wrong" from various viewpoints, but as usual, the foundations on
which those things are based seem to take a back seat to the
bitch-slap fight over what color to paint the walls. I wonder how we
came to live in such a world, dedicated to the almighty impasse. Oh, I
have a sense of history and the march of time. I know how it came
about, in a linear sense. Perhaps what I am asking is more a matter of
WHY.

As I write, I have been enjoying a new program on NBC, called "Mister
Sterling," which is an improbable tale of a rather clueless junior
senator. He has acquired his seat through the death of his predecessor
and has ridden into the job on the good name of his retired senator
father. He is all too amazed at the subterfuge and compromise being
foisted on him in the name of Business As Usual. One would think he'd
never read a newspaper. He is trying to do the Right Things, with
patchwork success. It is a fiction, of course, but overlaid on a very
tangible reality. He wants to oppose an SDI funding, but votes for it
to preserve numerous jobs in the California space industry because a
union representative says to him, "When I go home to all those people
who have mortagages and children to feed, what do I tell them,
senator?" As with "The West Wing," we would like to think our leaders
try to proceed in a certain spirit, but we know its mostly a series of
back-scratches and blocking moves. The evidence is irrefutable.

I have sometimes been told that I can be unrealistic, that you "gotta
do what you gotta do." Hey, I know that; after all, it was in the
first episode of "Futurama." But what happens when what you "have to
do" collides with what you simply can't manage? What are you left with
when the immovable object meets the irresistible force for a certain
length of time? As a rule, train wrecks, EPA Superfund sites (for
which Bush has cut a meaningful portion of funding), lives with bent
A-frames and fast food that tastes like Heaven, but affects the body
like the effluent from an EPA Superfund site. The idea of checks and
balances, both within government and out there in the wide world of
Today, has fallen prey to rubber checks and all too precarious
balances. Progress is a wunnerful thing, yes indeedy, but its gone on
long enough. I preferred it when it had only one head instead of
eight.

I once read that we received about three dollars of benefit for every
one invested in the space program, during the Gemini and Apollo years.
The breakthroughs required to make those missions possible yielded
materials and computer advances that in turn created new industries,
new jobs. However, those gains have become hard to put one's
proverbial finger on as time has passed. I have yet to see a fuel cell
in a car outside the ooh-aah of high-tech expositions. Instead, we
have gas-hog SUVs with an increased rate of horrific rollovers because
their center of gravity is so high. Hmph. Centers, Gravity and High,
attorneys at law.

It has become rather unclear exactly what the shuttles have yielded,
aside from satellite placements. While I am quite aware of the value
inherent in keeping an eye on things of military interest for obvious,
jittery reasons, it doesn't seem to hit home as it once did. I don't
need orbital mapping to tell me that the weather is worsening or that
pollution is increasing, although advance warning about hurricanes or
predictions of the jet stream's pending direction for the sake of
farmers cannot be valued in mere dollars. While I would like to feel
more enthused by the reach of the Hubble telescope or the Mars probes
for their simple spiritual values, the only appealing thing I can
really say about the idea of colonizing Mars is that so far, the place
has no dogs. I want to be less selfish and maintain SOME vision, but I
do wonder when it will more clearly trickle down to where I live. I
suspect I have a better Mac today due to the NASA-rooted advances in
chip design. I am looking.

The flip side of the debate is that as the world becomes both more
mundane and pressured every day, it is all the more important that we
literally have something to look up to. The space program has become
so bureaucratic and corporate, its often hard to think of it as the
heroic thing it is, as a human venture. The risk of life seems hard to
justify when robots, even the few that have been lost, can be employed
readily enough. I try to keep a rational foot in the camps of both
views, because both matter.

Heroism has shrunk to a small term all too often applied to sports
figures. I wonder if an astronaut is more of a hero than a person who
sacrifices their days, working at a dull job for the betterment of a
child. Perhaps that brings me to my motivation for writing; the
breaking of that ultimate convenant with a child, which requires that
you be both alive and present for their sake.

6 of the 7 dead astronauts were married. 5 had children. That's hard
to interpret when stacked against the vehicle of their loss. The
Columbia, like all of the shuttles, has, or had, a pure carbon nose,
so as to withstand up to 3000 degrees upon reentry. Let's not get into
flying something whose structural integrity relies on a huge number of
ceramic or carbon filament tiles, glued to the underside as its means
of resisting the only slightly lesser heat not deflected by the nose
and angle of reentry, no matter how precisely they are created, nor
how amazing the adhesive used to affix them to the fuselage. If you
are single and want to throw those dice for the sake of an aerospace
career, okay, that's your call. Still, it gives me pause.

Dennis Miller once said that he respected astronauts enormously,
because to sit on top of giant tanks of liquid hydrogen & oxygen,
light the fuse and let them shoot your ass up to where there's NO AIR,
you had to have more balls than a 24-hour Tokyo driving range. Clever,
but also sobering.

I respect their intelligence and courage, too. But just as with
mission specialist Ron McNair of the Challenger, whose death left a
small son and daughter behind, with only have pictures by which to
remember him, I have to wonder how people so theoretically sharp and
dedicated can run that level of risk when their spouses and children
may have to trade that mission of a week or so for a lifetime of
coping with an unfillable gap. Would Reggie McNair, now 21, rather
have those pictures or his father standing there as he graduates
college, or gets married? Ask his widow Cheryl what she thinks.

Of what use is a fuel cell to a child deprived of a parent? How that
can stack up against growing zero-g soybeans, doing exotic mapping and
performing electrophoresis experiments in a bid to generate fancier
medicines is beyond me. Call me sentimental, but dead is dead. Science
may not remove the terror of the gods, but how it can remove your
foresight, relative to your love for your family, I don't need to
know.

--

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From: "nu-monet v5.0" <nothing@succeeds.com>

HellPopeHuey wrote:
>
> ...As I write, I have been enjoying a new program
> on NBC, called "Mister Sterling," which is an
> improbable tale of a rather clueless junior senator...

What very few Americans realize is that our most
powerful elected officials have two faces; a public
face with all the sillyness and confusion we have
come to expect from them on television; but also a
private face difficult to describe. Unknown to the
public view.

Cold, calculating, businesslike, Byzantine, ordered,
and conspiratorial come to mind for adjectives to
describe this second face. And these seemingly awful,
negative things are their *reality*, *and*, I will add,
they do them FOR US. They are *our* villains.

Because, for all the niceties and soft words and silken
propositions they may present to the public, they are,
in truth, the bare knuckled warriors, the vicious,
uncompromising brutes, at times monstrous demons who
are tasked with not just the continuation of that which
is good in our nation, but the furtherance of that good,
NO MATTER WHO GETS IN THE WAY.

Democracy and liberalism are not niceties, they are
bloodied bayonets, and often on the march to wherever
our leaders see their application. At one time we openly
conspired to export democracy, forcing it on peoples who
had neither the history nor desire for it. Now we force
it through subtlety and incremental change. But our
philosophy is the same--it is irresistable, the world may
not turn away from it--and our leaders will enforce that
dictum.

So let Hollywood show them as fools, as fops. The public
actions of many are foolish and deserving of criticism and
condemnation. But as a group, as a whole, remember that
they are a mini-Leviathan, the head of the beast the likes
of which the world has never seen.

And though, fortunately, the Frankenstein Monster does not
easily reach a decision--it was planned that way--once it
has done so its will is staggering.

--
Anyone with a gun pointed
at you is the government.
--nu-monet

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From: iDRMRSR <idrmrsr@subgenius.com>

>>the vicious,
uncompromising brutes, at times monstrous demons who
are tasked with not just the continuation of that which
is good in our nation, but the furtherance of that good,
NO MATTER WHO GETS IN THE WAY.<<

I see it's TAX TIME at the Nu Monet household again...

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From: slaac@yahoo.com (Rev. Lemuel Atom)

I still don't see what all the hoo-ha is about.

Hell, when I was a kid, space shuttles exploded alla time. Ya couldn't
hardly go outside without havin' shuttle debris and astronaut parts
rainin' down on ya. Pretty much hadda carry an asbestos umbrella
everywhere ya went.

Yep.

RLA

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From: nenslo <nenslo@yahooX.com>

"Rev. Lemuel Atom" wrote:
>
> I still don't see what all the hoo-ha is about.
>
> Hell, when I was a kid, space shuttles exploded alla time. Ya couldn't
> hardly go outside without havin' shuttle debris and astronaut parts
> rainin' down on ya. Pretty much hadda carry an asbestos umbrella
> everywhere ya went.
>
> Yep.
>
> RLA

Yeah I know. More people die in one minute from just being stupid
than got burned up in space shuttles ever. Now I know I can get that
last string of christmas lights off the rain gutter outside my window
if I stand on this chair with the wheels on the bottom. Hang on just
a sec...

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From: "nu-monet v5.0" <nothing@succeeds.com>

iDRMRSR wrote:
>
> I see it's TAX TIME at the Nu Monet household again...
>

You bet your sweet bippie.

And those handcuffs are starting to chafe.

--
"HERE LIES NU-MONET.
GOT TRIPLE HIS MONEY BACK."

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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>

In article <3E3E1DCB.766A7E6F@yahooX.com>, nenslo <nenslo@yahooX.com>
wrote:

> Yeah I know. More people die in one minute from just being stupid
> than got burned up in space shuttles ever. Now I know I can get that
> last string of christmas lights off the rain gutter outside my window
> if I stand on this chair with the wheels on the bottom. Hang on just
> a sec...

I don't care how many babies of how many noble astronauts have to grow
up Dadless, I want my fucking air cars, jet packs, Lunar Hilton
Retirement Village, robots, Tang and velcro. Oh, we already got the
Tang and velcro? Well good. I still want the other futurismo shit I was
promised by Man's Mighty Brain.

EARTH -- WE MUST GET OFF.

GROW YOUR OWN SHIP.

"The nation that controls magnetism controls the Universe." -- Dick
Tracy (or something like that.)

Thank evolution, there will always be people whose idea of a KICK is to
ride that giant experimental flame ball to a place where there is no
air and only horrible radiation, and then WORK there. As long as they
are willing to take that ride, I don't mind helping very very slightly
to pay for it. (They're going to take the money anyway, so that's a
pretty vain sentiment really.) I think space, robots and the future are
TOTALLY COOL -- easy for me to say, since I probably won't be there,
unless the real 1998 arrives in the next very few decades.

I think they might have been bullshitting about that hypercurve on the
graph of man's geometrically increasing accumulated learning and
knowledge, though. We were supposed to be ALMOST to where it's going
straight up, but I suspect we're still grunting back where it's just
barely started to rise incrementally. We can only hope it isn't
starting a sharp downward plummet, or about to get chopped off
entirely. I always really liked the way that ideal curve looked.

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From: prostata@bronze.coil.com (The Stinking Bishop Prostata Cantata MP)
>
>I think they might have been bullshitting about that hypercurve on the
>graph of man's geometrically increasing accumulated learning and
>knowledge, though. We were supposed to be ALMOST to where it's going
>straight up, but I suspect we're still grunting back where it's just
>barely started to rise incrementally. We can only hope it isn't
>starting a sharp downward plummet, or about to get chopped off
>entirely. I always really liked the way that ideal curve looked.


But, any graph can be made to describe any angle you want simply
by changing the scale on which it is drawn. So, really, depending on how
the graph is drawn, we will *never* be past the part where it can be shown
to be only rising slightly. But on another scale, it will always be seen
as amazing rates of advancement, a near vertical curve.

-p


--
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Thebeansbecomegrounds
thegroundsbecomeespresso
theespressoiscaffine

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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>

In article <v53m1b.mc.ln@news.concourse.com>, The Stinking Bishop
Prostata Cantata MP <prostata@bronze.coil.com> wrote:

>
> But, any graph can be made to describe any angle you want simply
> by changing the scale on which it is drawn. So, really, depending on how
> the graph is drawn, we will *never* be past the part where it can be shown
> to be only rising slightly. But on another scale, it will always be seen
> as amazing rates of advancement, a near vertical curve.
>

Spoilsport.

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