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My understanding is that the shell of the cracker splits. The pressure wave inside, directed at the sternum, is enough to stop the heart.
Maybe if the seam split away from you, you'd just suffer a broken sternum from the impact of the cracker on your chest.
I have no idea what the pressure is inside those things, but letting it escape explosively in any direction ain't gonna do nobody no good.
- This in the sense of the opposite being going to the party with intent to "get" or "take" someone way from that space?
Yep. You got it.
- I found this insightful and a neat view.
(Mostly by making you fall off the chair onto the hard tile kitchen floor. But... holy shit... exploding whipped cream dispensers?!?!?)
Right? What about re-using hardware like the Lunar Rover?
Do the Chinese get to drive the Lunar Rover around? It would make good sense for them to attempt to get it operational and use it, rather than bringing one with them, right?
What about the Spirit rover on Mars? Why did it stop?
What about the Mars Explorer? Or the Mars Climate Observer? Why did they crash? Is there anything recoverable? Should those sites be protected historical sites, or...?
It's an interesting set of questions to noodle.
Of course, even the Moon is a BIG place. And we probably don't want to go back to where we have already been. It may be that there are better places for humans to land/visit in the future, and no Mark Watney is ever going to travel far enough to visit the crash site of a craft, or the debris left over from past robotic visitors.
But... what if the lunar lander is parked on top of a rich source of (insert mineral name here)?
It's just a document, suggesting a path forward, but does not have buy-in from anyone, and the existing space treaties we have establish everything off-world as "community property".
I ask because the Chinese are pretty close to putting a man on the Moon.
I expect the next people on the Moon, despite their nationality, will at least make an attempt to visit one or more of the sites where people have already been, for many reasons: to validate their achievement, to debunk the Moon landing doubters, and just because HOLY SHIT I AM ON THE MOON AND THIS IS MY BOOT IN BUZZ ALDRIN'S FOOTPRINT!!!!
Further, on Mars, I fully expect some scientists are going to be tasked with doing autopsies on failed missions. Photographing impact craters and debris fields. Visiting hardware that crapped out for an unknown reason (Spirit?), etc.
Just approaching these sites will alter their forensic and historical value.
Footprints around the grass at Stonehenge are gone the next day.
Footprints on the Moon and Mars are there for the lifetime of whole civilizations...
I'm mostly going for the opportunity to ride my motorcycle to California, and to go to my friend's magic theater show.
I moved between my Sophomore and Junior years of High School from Washington to San Francisco. So the people I went to school with for most of my life had pretty much forgotten me by the time they graduated in WA, and the people in SF didn't know me really well, because I went to school on a compressed schedule and worked a full time job and played in bands when I was not actually at the school itself. The girl I went to prom with died many years ago, and the people I played music with have largely moved away from SF, which has become far-to-expensive-for-artist's.
But... 30 years, man! If yer gonna go to one, might as well be a significant one, right?
And my classmates include the bass player for Jane's Addiction, the pilot of Space X's Dragon spacecraft, and Tupac. (Not expecting Tupac to show up, tho.)
So there will definitely be interesting conversations to be had.
Leading the Finance team in the potential purchase of a decommissioned firehouse, for a non-profit arts group I volunteer with. Going camping this weekend at Pachena Bay on Vancouver Island. Shooting a fireworks show on the 4th of July, and the next day leaving for a week-long Burner camp-out. Going to my 30-year high school reunion at the beginning of August. And bought tickets for our European honeymoon (Oct 3-18), and have begun planning what we want to do with our two weeks outside of Trumpistan.
Now to go finish my powerpoint delineating the costs of running a firehouse as a non-profit arts center... so I can present the data to the community tonight, and get them to buy-off on the idea and support us moving forward with it.
Here's what I did: I billed in advance.
Seriously. It takes all the pain out of billing. It reinforced proper project scoping and developing meaningful and tangible deliverables.
And, most importantly, the people who agree to work this way are COMMITTED to the work. They are responsive, engaged, and get you answers to your questions right away.
Best of all? It increased my workload. I lost a few clients, sure. But they were quickly replaced by others who respected me, and valued my work.
My finger hovered over the "Publish" button that night, let me tell you! I don't think I slept a wink after I pushed the changes out to my web server, and proclaimed to the world that they had to PAY ME FIRST before I'd work with them. No freebies. No free consultations. Just demonstrably good work in my online portfolio, and the price list. Bam. That's it.
It was scary, but it was effective.
Right... it's all about who you are, and who you can be for someone else.
The bigger narrative around relationships is about "getting". "Getting" married. "Getting" a girl/boyfriend. Etc.
The more powerful way to enter into an engagement with someone else is to BRING you to the party, and offer yourself, rather than take from others.
It is riskier. Rejection can be brutal, when it is your heart on offer.
But the one who sees your offering, and offers theirs in return? THAT's a partnership.
It's the peace with oneself that makes one whole and a good partner for someone else.
"It" in this case is my sense of self. My identity. The thing one must defend against is the ease of slipping back into patterns that are not a part of who I am, yet may be perpetuated by the worldwide marketing machine that tells you that you are not enough.
Aka - Don't believe the hype.
(And YAY! I am glad this may play into your show somehow! Very curious about that project...)
There was a trail of broken women who really wanted to love me, but I wouldn't let them.
After my first marriage broke up... and the fiancee after her left... and another girlfriend broke up with me... I finally started noticing there were patterns in my relationships. They each seemed to follow the same beats, and ended feeling the same way.
I realized that all of these women were amazing people in their own right, and were committed to a relationship.
So, in a moment of clarity, I realized the problem must not be with THEM... it was with ME.
I had no idea where to start. So I simply stopped dating. Completely. For a year.
Then I realized that I always had some sort of distraction going... music playing, TV on, whatever... I was never just silent and alone.
So I tried that, and found that it was HARD. I didn't really like me. I didn't want to be with me, alone, with no distractions.
So I forced myself to.
And, over time, I discovered my actual self, deep down inside. Not the person I had always pretended to me, but the core ME.
I got to know him. And like him. And I built a relationship with him, and thought about what that guy really wanted... not what the marketing machine and the noise and the consumer culture wanted me to think I wanted. But what I actually desired.
And then I moved back to the USA, and it all fell apart again.
So I rebuilt it slowly over time.
And I have an astonishing relationship based on mutual respect for ourselves, and each other, and a genuine interest in what our wonder-twin powers can do.
I think it is like walking through a waterfall...
There is this hammering, scary, noisy wall of water.
It's cold. And scary.
And the ground is slippery.
And you start into it, and you think you are going to be crushed by the sheer hammering weight of the water, or you'll drown, or maybe there isn't anything back here to discover at all...
And it starts to get easier.
And the water lessens.
And you pass through the waterfall and find a lovely little enchanting grotto.
And the sound of the water is a quiet shoooooshing in the background, reminding you of the difficult path you took, and making you love this lovely little spot even more.
And you decide to stay.