Aug 022014
 

In Larry Niven’s classic book “Ringworld,” a vast ring a million miles wide and about 200 million miles in diameter, with walls a thousand miles high, was built long ago by vastly advanced aliens. Set spinning around a star, this produced a truly vast living area, probably more than is available on all the natural Earth-like planets in the galaxy combined. One issue: the stresses placed ona  Ringworld of this size are mind-bendlingly vast, many orders of magnitude greater than can be handled by any known material. Thus the ring was made of “scrith,” an insanely strong fictional material.

The stresses can be calculated, given various assumptions about the thickness and density of scrith, and the weight of dirt and water and air piled onto the inner surface. Not a challenge. But what has had me stumped for a few years: numerous descriptions of early calculations of the necessary tensile strength of scrith say that it needs to be as strong as the strong nuclear force. But what is the effective tensile strength of the strong nuclear force?

(From what I’ve read, to pull two quarks apart requires around 10,000 newtons, which is a surprisingly vast amount of force; and in the process of pulling two quarks apart, two more quarks are generated from the quantum vacuum due to the energies involved. And thus you don’t end up with two separate quarks, but with two pairs of quarks.)

 

 Posted by at 4:47 pm
Aug 022014
 

Here’s a remarkably pointless “article:”

How Can You Possibly Love an Adult Who Eats Like a Toddler?

In order to save you the bother of reading a Jezebel piece, the upshot is this: some people have different interests in food… some are carnivores, some are vegans. How can such massively different people possibly work, romantically?

At that point, it’s probably a fair question. Meat and taters vs. vegan is probably much like Far Right Republican and Far Left Democrat, or atheist & evangelical. There’s a big philosophical gap there that can be hard (but clearly not impossible) to bridge. But what got me about the article is the clear and unapologetic – but very likely unperceived – bias. The author writes about yet *another* blog post where a vegan woman describes her annoyance with her meat-and-junk-food eating boyfriend. The Jezebel author expresses confusion over how this woman could love this man.

One one hand, that might be fair, asking how A could love B when they are so different. But… isn’t it equally fair to ask how can b love A? How can a man who prefers to eat real food love a woman who wants to consume “experimental” rabbit chow?

 

 Posted by at 4:25 pm
Aug 022014
 

Thanks to the funding made available via my Patreon campaign, these recently arrived:

Document: “A Recoverable Air-Breathing Booster,” 1964, Chrysler Space Division. This report describes a ring to be fitted to the base of a Saturn I booster; the ring is equipped with either 4 or 8 additional H-1 rocket engines for additional liftoff thrust, as well as a similar number of turbojets to be used to return the ring-booster to Cape Canaveral for a vertical landing.

Diagrams: “Plans for Scale Model Construction of the LONG TANK DELTA” and “Plans for Scale Model Construction of the LONG-TANK THOR AGENA,” from McDonnell-Douglas, 1971. These came in an envelope, and illustration on which depicts the Delta rocket, the Honest John (the diagram of which I have previously obtained), the Saturn I, the Genie AAM, the Nike Ajax and the Nike Hercules. If anyone knows of the latter 4, please enlighten me.

These will be added to the list of drawings/documents available to my Patreon patrons to vote on.

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 Posted by at 2:58 pm
Aug 022014
 

Behold:

1) It looks gorgeous. The last shot seems to show a planet – presumably the Earth-like planet – in orbit around what I’m guessing is a black hole or neutron star with an accretion disk.

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2) It looks fricken’ depressing.  They’re not going out into space for adventure, or to make money, or to expand human civilization, or even to save the world, but apparently to drop off some seeds on another world so that some tiny remnant of terrestrial life will survive the Doom That Came To Earth (dust storms, apparently).

3) Saturn V. Launched from a silo. In Kansas (or thereabouts). Shrug.

A planet orbiting a black hole w/accretion disk is certainly an interesting idea, but I’m dubious about its long term viability. Sure, it’s entirely possible to locate the orbit so that the light falling on the planet from the disk is the rough equivalent to that falling on Earth from the Sun, but this light will be *highly* slanted into X-rays.

Also: The depressing nature of the movie gave me an idea for a short story of my own. Oddly for me, the goal here is to be *anti* depressing in terms of reasons for going into space. Not to stop the sun from exploding, or to restart the sun, or to escape the nuclear holocaust, or to fight the aliens. There are actually *uplifting* reasons why one might wish to go, and I’ve got the rough outline for such a yarn figured out. Even got the tentative title: “Mockingbird.” I’ll leave it to y’all to puzzle that one out.

Still: based purely on the imagery, and on some of the narration…

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 Posted by at 10:13 am
Aug 022014
 

After I brought Buttons home from the vet yesterday afternoon, he remained lethargic. But after nightfall, he gave every indication that This Is The End. He just… cried. Sat their and wailed softly to himself. And tried to hide. That’s something cats do when they are mortally wounded or ill, they go off by themselves.

I pulled the Marvin-era baby gates out of storage and sequestered Buttons with me into a a single bedroom & bathroom. For several hours his sole interest was in hiding under my bed… someplace he almost never hangs out. If he’s in the bedroom, he’s either *on* the bed, or in the window. I picked him up a few times and put him on the bed; he slowly got down, went under the bed. I went to bed half expecting him to not make the night.

Fortunately, he woke me up this AM by laying down right next to my head and purring *real* loud. His energy and personality are back, at least for the moment. As part of his treatment, he’s not supposed to have any food until tonight, but so far efforts to interest him in food have been fruitless. So something’s still up.

One alternate hypothesis the vet put forward is that he swallowed a string and that it’s messing with his intestines. Not a diagnosis that I hope comes about. Buttons, sadly, is just the kind of idjit who likes to chew on string.

 Posted by at 8:31 am
Aug 012014
 

“Star Trek: Voyager” featured a slick Starfleet ship with a secondary spacecraft tucked up under the primary hull. It was seen in every episode, but was never seen actually separating from the main ship. Instead, shuttles  and other secondary craft were often used, but not the “aeroshuttle.”

Turns out, Foundation Imaging, the company that did the visual effects once the show went from models to digital, not only “built” a CAD model of the aeroshuttle, they also shot some test footage. This included building a cockpit set and using series regular actors.

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Turns out this test footage was prepared just before “Star Trek” Insurrection,” which featured a similar secondary craft leaving from underneath the Enterprise primary hull, and the producers didn’t want to steal the movies thunder there. So the aeroshuttle was just sorta forgotten, replaced by the “Delta Flyer.”

 Posted by at 6:21 pm
Aug 012014
 

The past week or so, Buttons has seemed run down. Laconic. Downright morose. And this morning he puked six times. So… back to the vet we went. After some expensive blood testing, the results are in: *not* another urinary tract infection, but instead idiopathic pancreatitis (“idiopathic” is Latin for “damned if I know why”). So I’ve got some meds and some feeding changes. The meds involve sticking a big syringe into his throat, which activity he has already decided he’s not a fan of. The vet’s not especially worried, but he is that much closer to owning that yacht all medical professionals dream of…

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I had pondered posting some light-hearted attempt at eliciting donations, something along the lines of issuing a challenge to see who could donate the most for the formerly happiest cat on the planet. But I just don’t feel like laughing. If you’d like to kick in a contribution, it’d sure be appreciated.

 

 
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