Monthly Archives: January 2017

Close Encounter

Got home from the hangar tonight – dark, cold, drizzly. I had driven the van today, so I went over to Hissy to throw my sunglasses in. They bounced off the seat and onto the floor.

Disgusted, I started walking around the back side of the car to go over to the passenger side so I could open the door there and pick them up. As I turned the corner at the back of the car, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Fortunately, I froze immediately.

A black figure. A stripe of white? Was that a cat?

Sniff.

NOPE, not a cat!

Freezing had saved me. Pepe LePew sauntered down the sidewalk not three feet away, oblivious. (I’m told they have so-so eyesight – lucky me.) Up across our yard, by the bushes up against the house, past the garage and the cars in the driveway, into the back yard toward the trash cans.

Some days it’s better to be lucky than good!

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You Can’t Have One Without The Other

The Universe is funny like that.

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Too many of us never quite figure it out.

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Today was a good day to remember that. Tomorrow will be too.

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Be Careful Out There Tomorrow

Tomorrow in the United States there are going to be many people who are going to be ecstatic and celebrating. There will be more people who are going to be horrified and depressed. And a large group who just don’t want to be caught in the crossfire.

Regardless of which group you’re in, be careful.

If you’re celebrating, consider that those in mourning are probably assuming that you have limited empathy or humanity. Prove them wrong.

If you’re horrified, consider that those celebrating think they’ve been marginalized and pushed aside in recent years. Show them that the proverbial pie is more than big enough to go around. It’s not a zero sum game.

To those in the middle, as much as you might want to cover your heads and hope it all goes away, it’s not going to. See if you can get those on both sides of you to find some middle ground that they can all agree on.

Be there for your friends and family when they’re frustrated and down. When you’re reaching the end of your rope, don’t be afraid to ask others for help.

For everyone on all sides, remember to step back and take a breath every now and then.

We will get through this.

We might even learn something and be the better for it.

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New Website

Because I’m obviously not busy enough, I’ve now got a second website.

It’s Paulietics.com.

If you read my Twitter feed or know me on Facebook, you’ll know that I’m pretty passionate about the current political situation in the United States.

For many months, as we’ve gotten deeper and deeper into our current quagmire, I’ve wanted to write on those topics. And I have, in small chunks, on Twitter and Facebook and so on.

But I’ve hesitated to put that on this site. This has always been my “fun” site. Okay, a few times I’ve gone off on rants when I’ve been really pissed off by something especially stupid in our society or culture, but at least 98%+ has been pictures, stories, travel, space stuff, NASA Socials, astronomy, personal stuff, and so on.

I didn’t want that to change here.

It occurred to me back around Thanksgiving that there was a somewhat straightforward solution. It just so happened that my sister-in-law was visiting and she made the pun that’s the site’s name, I checked and there were variants that were available, so here we are.

If you like what I write and how and would like to take a peek, I would appreciate it if you would do so. If you like what you see there and could spread the word (and about this site as well, of course) I would appreciate that a ton as well.

I’ll warn you, that will be a sweary site. Again, for the most part, I try to keep this site more or less PG-13. Give the situation and the topic, I don’t even think I’m even going to try over there.

Come and join the discussion there! Subscribe! Proselytize!

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No Context For You – January 17th

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This might be what the surface of Pluto looks like just seconds before impact, a la the old Ranger spacecraft we sent to the moon before Apollo and before Surveyor.

Or that giant nickle-iron asteroid that’s out there coming in at 0.99c to vaporize the planet as divine retribution for our political folly.

Or what it would be like to be trapped inside of a JiffyPop pan as it grows with exploding corn kernels all around you.

Or the inside of Smaug’s cave, just before he sees you and fricassees you for an appetizer.

I note that none of those images are particularly non-violent. Not sure if that’s good or bad.

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Eugene “Gene” Cernan (1934-2017)

We lost another one today, another hero of my youth.

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Captain Gene Cernan was a Naval Aviator and test pilot who became the second American to walk in space, on Gemini 9. It nearly killed him. He was the Lunar Module Pilot on Apollo 10, the “dress rehearsal” mission prior to Apollo 11. It nearly killed him. He was the mission commander on Apollo 17 where he landed on the moon along with Harrison Schmitt, spent three days and three hours there, made three EVAs of over seven hours each, and drove all over the Taurus-Littrow valley, bringing back 243 pounds of samples.

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He was “the last man on the moon.” When he stepped off of the lunar soil and onto the ladder after his third EVA on December 14, 1972, we stopped putting new footprints in lunar soil. When the Apollo 17 crew splashed down on December 17, 1972, it marked the last time that humans have ventured beyond low Earth orbit.

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For the last forty-five years, Cernan has constantly said that he hoped that before he died he would no longer be the last man on the moon. We let him down.

That’s criminal in my book.

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Fair winds and following seas, Captain. We’ll be following someday, hopefully soon, hopefully in my lifetime, but someday.

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The circumstances in which human history does not include a return to the moon are too horrible and depressing to contemplate.

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Power Interruption

I woke up this morning to some clicking noises. Some were coming from my phone. Some were coming from the cable box, DVD player, and television in the room. In my hazy state I knew that they had all started up for a reason – we had had a power outage. The phone was buzzing with notices coming in from our security cameras that they were back online and had been out for ten minutes. The electronics were all powering up, resetting, resyncing, and restoring service.

The power outage led to problems. Some of the equipment, such as the DVR, hadn’t handled the outage very well and needed to be reprogrammed. One of the cable boxes appears to have gone insane and will probably need to be replaced.

The computers throughout the house had to be rebooted and some of them had problems to be resolved.

Shortly after noon I tried to send an email on my work account, only to get error messages that it couldn’t be sent. It took a few minutes, but it occurred to me that the problem could be that our server at the office was offline and if the power outage wasn’t just our neighborhood, that could have been the cause. That would be a problem, and I would either have to face it and fix it on Tuesday morning (when it was a much bigger problem and when I’m already double and triple booked) or I could fix it now (when it was a relatively small problem).

A “no brainer” if I’ve ever seen one. Ten minutes later I was at the office and yes, they had gone through the same power outage. The server had powered back up, but was not connecting. I called our networking guru and a couple hours later we were back online.

So what?

It occurs to me that this is a microcosm for some of the bigger things in life. We’re so used to our routine, but our routine (and the expectations we have on a daily basis) is so tied to the assumptions that there will be uninterrupted power. That power might not be strictly electrical as in this morning’s mess, but could also be social, cultural, political, or any number of other “al’s.” Interruptions always have the potential to cause chaos.

Think of a transit strike, or one of the legendary Southern California grocery store strikes. Those interruptions to our social systems can have big consequences.

Think of a political interruption. We saw in the US what happens when Congress forces the government to shut down because of their budget battles. We always see sudden and often unexpected changes during the switch from one Presidential administration to another. (Some more than others…)

The first step in dealing with any of these interruptions is to cope. I’ll get a new cable box for the one that fried. I rebooted the computers and reprogrammed the DVR. We find other grocery stores and put up with the long lines and lousy selections. We find other ways to get to work and around town.

The second step, once the situation is a little bit more under control, is to figure out what went wrong and what kind of systems and safeguards can be put into place to prevent it from happening again. Maybe I can get an Uninterruptible Power Supply for the computers. Maybe we can try to diversify the monopolistic grocery store market so that we can be sure to have options if one goes on strike.

Politically, let’s keep those two steps in mind. First, cope. Second, figure out what’s broken and work to change it or fix it.

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SpaceX Launch

SpaceX (flawlessly) performed their return-to-flight launch today out of Vandenberg AFB, a couple hours drive up the California coast. As much as I might have wanted to be there, that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, I had an alarm or two set on my phone and a few minutes before launch I broke away from my chores at the CAF and went out to the edge of the runway.

It’s 108 miles as the crow flies to Vandenberg from Camarillo. Given that, I was amazed at how easy it was to see the launch and follow it for about two minutes. (You probably have to click on the pictures to see them full sized – it wasn’t THAT huge.)

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Starting to pick up a bit of contrail behind it.

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Heading due south toward Antarctica and a polar orbit.

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Cropped to show just the rocket and tail of flame.

One of these days I’m going to have to make the 3-hour drive up to catch one from much, much closer!

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Take Time To Look Up

It was a “nose to the wheel, shoulder to the grindstone” sort of day. Working at the computer on my desk, my back is to the windows. I tend to take a glance every now and then, but today it was more “then” than “now.” Our new intern stopped by for something and said that it was beautiful out on my side of the building with the sun coming out and the clouds clearing.

She was not inaccurate.

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That Feeling When – January 12th

That feeling when you’re hopped up on cold medications to begin with, a ton short on sleep, but you’re trying to pull it together as you get cleaned up in the morning, dressed, and out the door and on the one hand you’re trying to do the normal morning routine but on the other hand your brain is already thinking about the meeting that you’re about to be late to so you put on that nice suit and shirt and tie and grab something to eat and your briefcase and you’re just reaching for the door when some teeny-tiny voice that’s been running your procedural checklist albeit a bit slowly in the back of your cerebellum says…

“Did you put on deodorant?”

Of course you scoff and carry on and have one foot out the door when that voice says, “No, really. I’m looking at the checklist and I don’t remember doing that. This could be a problem.”

Still scoffing you close the door behind you and start to lock it when that voice says, “Fine, be that way. It will be just like that time you forgot to listen to me about which airport we were flying out of.”

So you go back inside, drop the suitcase, as fast as humanly possible while running back to the bedroom you strip off the suit coat, the tie, the shirt, the T-shirt and find…

…that everyone downwind of you in the office is going to thank you all afternoon for listening to that little voice. Even if you are five minutes late.

Blame the cold medicine.

Or the rain.

Or the idiots out driving in the rain.

But never, ever tell anyone the real story.

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Wait, what?

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