There were pirates everywhere that day of victory for the small man. They clung together hoping for freedom and liberty. Hoping that life and liberty were not stolen by some Saudi. That was the hope for you an d me. That something good could happen for you and me.
Ender the pirate was off on an adventure from café chi. There was a told of a treasure of gold in a hold off Chesapeake bay. Where diver could dive and in time become rich and bold. That is where Ender was off to. Half a world away. To poke at some gold on the ocean floor. What a day that would be and what boldness to be.
so this to will pass ..
why is it that my imagination sees the monty python skit of search for the holy grail- bridge with guardian...
none shall pass without answering the question..
for me give me the pigeon question...
or the color
blue no wait i meant ahhhh
Working on the Orion program was fun. Meeting people that were building the future spacecraft to go to the asteroid belt was intense. The program continued to have problems both politically and technically. The technical issue was a female engineer whose quality inspection of safety to the parachute system cost an additional fifty-five million dollars to show that the mathematics of her probability would never come true.
On one of the many teleconference that I had to listen into the inspector started yelling and screaming that math does not prove anything.
Myself, I was curious enough to open the document which was a probability statement. The charges to fire the parachute had to malfunction than the door would have to hit the parachute line not once but eight times. The end summary was a one in 32 million chance that all eight charges would goof at once hitting the eight lines attaching the parachute causing a fatality. The math was simple enough for me to understand. So I interrupted the teleconference being only an analyst person new and tired of hearing a woman screaming about a probability. My question was pretty simple. Which part of the math statement in the equation did she not agree with. Silence on the phone. She did not reply. Her comment after a time was to ask who asked the question and what right did I have to ask it. I responded who I was and silence. Someone was laughing; I think they, though they were on mute. The woman just was silent. The meeting continued in a different direction.
Since I had to present on my information at the end of the meeting, I was quick and precession on detail on my topic. The meeting ended, and I stayed online to finish off the minutes. I had not cut off the conference call when I heard two of the NASA team members talk.
Anyone on? I tried to get my mute button off but the headset and paperwork on my desk got in my way. The tone - laughter "Well that was an unexpected meeting," said a person. "Yes, I thought (name of the woman) was going to explode," said the other. "Who is Clinton?" I was not sure, which asked the question. "He took over for Shirley." "Well, he is trying to do his job and keep the program on schedule."
"Yes, I wonder if no one has told him we are punting the program until 2021." "What? Why?" "Unofficially technical problems. The whole program is going to be oil canned for two or three years. After that it will be brought back. By that time, the government will announce that they have been contacted by aliens."
This conversation took place so fast that by the time I got the mute button off that was what I had heard. "Forgive, me," I said with that the conference call talker's hung up.