Category Archives: Space

Viet Nam in space

American-born Aliette de Bodard is half-French, half-Vietnamese and all writer. Her splendid On A Red Station, Drifting takes traditional Vietnamese ancestor-worship to a new high in a far-future, new-old, Dai Viet empire.

De Bodard’s writing, like the brocaded subject itself can be a little stilted at times, but when the characters live with docking star ships, brain implants, and artificial intelligence on a space station orbiting a red sun, their adventures are never boring.

If you like space opera and have any sort of acquaintance with Vietnamese language, cusine and culture, you shouldn’t miss this unique story. And it’s a good introduction to a young writer who, so far, has one other good offering about this 23-planet imperial dynasty and, hopefully, many more on the way.

The ice jets of Enceladus

enceladus12_cassini Ice jets venting on Saturn’s moon Enceladus, captured by the Cassini robot in 2009. The giant plumes of ice (water turned to ice as it vents into the frigid vaccuum) are now thought to be indicative of a giant ocean miles beneath the moon’s ice crust. (Click to biggerize the photo.)

At an average distance of 93 million miles from Earth, shoot, you could make Enceladus (a giant in Greek myth) a weekender. Some day. Maybe. When the solar system becomes our playground.

Space elevators

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The dream, a staple of some far-future science fiction, especially Arthur C. Clark’s opus, isn’t Looney Tunes at all. And it’s still alive. Short of any government allowing fission rockets blasting off the surface, the elevator may be the only efficient way to loft sufficient cargo and crews to build solar system spacecraft in low orbit. Let alone star ships. The ISEC’s  next conference is in Seattle in August.

Rule 5: Barbarella

Hanoi Jane in her most famous “role,” though I suspect the breasts are as plastic as they look. I had to hunt for even this level of eroticism. I remembered that the movie was stupid. It was also tamer than I thought.

First contact

A rare, new bacterium thrives in spacecraft clean rooms (and nowhere else) as far apart as Florida and French Guiana.

They apparently have not yet tried to make contact with their hosts. The only thing we have to worry about so far is the “take me to your leader” part if it involves President Wormtongue.

Via Instapundit.

Nope, Bullock’s hair doesn’t float enough

Which is just one of the several criticisms astrophysicist Neil DeGrasse Tyson makes in Twitter snippets about the new hit movie Gravity. I figure it was in her contract, so she could maintain her “star quality” beauty, even though she had cut it short to fit under the snoopy caps astronauts wear. On the other hand her wide, flabby butt is on display in the interior scenes and at the very end, so to speak. Tyson and I were both charmed that her tears float in micro-G. Out into your face, in fact, in 3D. And Tyson has other compliments.

Her hair was not my biggest criticism, after Mrs. Charm pushed me into going with her to see the flicker. My No. 1 problem (besides an intense dislike of sticky movie theater floors and farting in adjacent seats) was the phony orbital mechanics. The story has the human stars moving directly from the shattered shuttle to the ISS and Bullock by herself to the Chinese outpost. Couldn’t happen because the three craft would be in different orbits, at least scores of miles apart. Vertically apart, so to speak.

That’s a flaw Hollyweird would not be able to get away with if Tyson’s persistent lobbying for a doubling (at least) of NASA’s budget, and a solar-system-wide program of human exploration works out. I hope it does. Schoolkids would know, among other things, there are no straight-line journeys in the black because space is curved. But I’ve been hoping, unrequited, for more than perpetual low-orbit circles since 1980.

Overall, Gravity is impressive. Even great, in its way. Four stars. The space-and-earth scenes (compiled I expect from actual NASA, maybe even Russian, video) are astounding in 3D. The actors and the hardware lend perspective.

SPOILER ALERT: Mr. Boy, who saw it on his own, mocked Bullock’s lengthy bouts of hyperventilating. It was tiresome. I was pleased to see Clooney get it. I dislike his politics so much I almost refused to attend in the first place. So his “death” was a nice surprise.

I would have been more pleased if the director/producer had gone against the cliche (for once) and had the woman sacrifice herself for the man—if the beneficiary was anyone but Clooney. But Mrs. Charm said the audience would have never forgiven the man. She was right. Such is reality.

The President works for us

So says astrophysicist Neil DeGrasse Tyson, easily the most impressive space lobbyist since Carl Sagan, who was not in fact very interested in people-in-space. Tyson is, passionately.

He wants—among other things—to solve our economic and unemployment problems by doubling NASA’s budget. Lots of people would sneer (do sneer) at that, but he’s right about the broad economic stimulus of space exploration. And as impressive as SpaceX and other private space commerce is becoming, it’s not enough.

Space exploration is so much more economically powerful than handing out trillions of dollars to phony solar cell and electric car companies and other Democrat cronies. Or Republican ones, for that matter. Gingrich wanted a base on the moon. Romney sneered. We’re lucky he didn’t get elected, but the one we got is no better and in some ways worse. And I doubt he thinks he works for us.

Tyson notes in his talk at the link above, very accurately I think, that if the Chinese decided to build a military base on the moon, we would have a  moon base within nine months. No more 20-years-to-Mars nonsense. I hope they do it, so we can. In the meantime we can dream along with Tyson and hope Obozo listens to him, too, insofar as he listens to anyone. Someday.