1 year, 11 months, 1 week and 1 day since lift off and I am still holding Lunar orbit.
Daily systems checks on the status of the Service Module Propulsion Engine tell me that it is no go for SMPE ignition and Trans-Earth Injection burn at this time. Mission control is working the problem but there is a mood of resignation to a dire fate here in the room...
I have never lost a crew on my watch - failure is not an option!.
"This could be the biggest disaster in the history of manned spaceflight"
"On the contrary sir, I think it will be our greatest success"
Thursday 18 November 2010
Friday 16 April 2010
I have to tell ya, were all getting a little tired up here....
,,,and the Earth is getting awfully big in the window.
"we're going to get those re-entry proceedures up to you Jim - we're going to get them just as soon as we can..." - Deke Slayton.
Yeah that's right, how the hell do ya get back home? so far out there with a crippled mission and all your support networks are working overtime to solve the problem. And all the time, the clock is ticking. Will the parachutes open? will the heatshield withstand the forces and stresses of re-entry? will all the switches short-circuit when systems are powered back up? - its like driving a toaster through a car wash.
Well, I don't know if it is time to consider returning to my previous life atall. There are times when it is seemingly the only sensible thing to do. Then almost within hours I find things feel better and I decide to tough it out. Strange. It is of course all down to security - security of my home which depends on the security of my work which in turn depends on my ability in the language I am desperately trying to learn. When the language goes badly and i don't understand really important things, then it all seems to fall apart and the master alarm and caution and warning lights begin to flash like the opening barage in the battle of el Alamein.
I don't know. Maybe the best thing is just take things minute by minute hour by hour day by day and so on.. but we have a typhoon warning on the edge of the prime recovery area.
I don't need to know that.
"we're going to get those re-entry proceedures up to you Jim - we're going to get them just as soon as we can..." - Deke Slayton.
Yeah that's right, how the hell do ya get back home? so far out there with a crippled mission and all your support networks are working overtime to solve the problem. And all the time, the clock is ticking. Will the parachutes open? will the heatshield withstand the forces and stresses of re-entry? will all the switches short-circuit when systems are powered back up? - its like driving a toaster through a car wash.
Well, I don't know if it is time to consider returning to my previous life atall. There are times when it is seemingly the only sensible thing to do. Then almost within hours I find things feel better and I decide to tough it out. Strange. It is of course all down to security - security of my home which depends on the security of my work which in turn depends on my ability in the language I am desperately trying to learn. When the language goes badly and i don't understand really important things, then it all seems to fall apart and the master alarm and caution and warning lights begin to flash like the opening barage in the battle of el Alamein.
I don't know. Maybe the best thing is just take things minute by minute hour by hour day by day and so on.. but we have a typhoon warning on the edge of the prime recovery area.
I don't need to know that.
Tuesday 23 March 2010
Earthrise
Believe it or not (and I have a hard time believing it myself sometimes), my real life adventures and the story of the Apollo missions actually become one on occasion. For example today, one of my work colleagues found it fitting to use an image of the Earth taken by Bill Anders at Christmas 1968 from the moon. He found it a fitting example of how we perceive light or something like that. Anyway WHY he used it in his booklet about a new project is not important. What IS important is the fact that he used THAT image. There it was, the most reproduced image in the history of humankind (that is true actually), a direct connection with my central theme here on Flyin' - Borman, Lovell and Anders. Lovell of course, the commander of Apollo 13 - you see the connection yet?. It was the moment they rounded the moon after firing the CSM engine to insert them into lunar orbit.
Now come on - here am I relating my life as an analogue of the story of Apollo 13 and then what dy'a know - the watertight bulkheads between fantasy and reality crack and breach, and irony comes flooding through at the rate of an olympic sized swimming pool full every second.
The Earth from here is a grand oasis in the great vastness of space.....
It's a funny old world.
Now come on - here am I relating my life as an analogue of the story of Apollo 13 and then what dy'a know - the watertight bulkheads between fantasy and reality crack and breach, and irony comes flooding through at the rate of an olympic sized swimming pool full every second.
The Earth from here is a grand oasis in the great vastness of space.....
It's a funny old world.
Monday 15 March 2010
How do you go to the bathroom in space?
Non propulsive venting:
Evacuation from the spacecraft of gasses or fluids into the vacuum of space without altering the tragectory of the spacecraft.
bbbbrrrrrrrrrbbbbbbbt....
pfffffrrrrrrrrrrrrttttt...
'Ah that's better - the sheer joy of farting in space' - Jim Lovell*.
'There is no single thing that symbolises the freedom of expression in a civilised society than the ability of it's citizens to fart without guilt or fear of social exclusion'.
- Mahatma Ghandi.
Perhaps the most at liberty mankind has ever felt in the expression of this basic human imperative is summed up in this 2001 interview with Apollo 11 Command Module Pilot Michael Collins:
People often ask me how I feel about being a crew member of the first mission to land on the moon and not having had the chance to walk on the moon myself. Well, for the most part I say that I felt it a great priviledge to be there atall, and that my mission also had it's unique features. I certainly had enough to do - there wasn't a moment I had the chance to look sorrowfully out of the window at the landing site in Mare Tranquilitatus and long to be there with Neil and Buzz. I was just too busy.
Added to that was the incredible opportunity to savour the fact that at that point I was further away from the earth than any human had ever been throughout the entire history of the human race.
I was also looking out of the window at the dark side of the moon - invisible for all eternity from our home planet. But perhaps most profound of all is the fact that on the dark side of the moon, no communication with mission control or any of the earth's tracking stations is possible. I was in the truest possible sense of the word completely, uniquely and utterly alone.
So it was then that with only the darkest infinite depths of the universe as witness, I vented the most satisfying and profoundly meaningful expulsion of foul gas from the bowels ever before attempted by the human race.
So what was it like to fart in space?
In a word: divine. Yes literally - I felt that I was part of the Universe. Completely bonded with the chemical and molecular forces which constitute our very existence. The universe was breathing me in and breathing me out, and somewhere out there in the great vastness of space there are now random human gasseous and liquid elements contributing to the endless ebb and flow of existence. How did I do it?. I farted into the urine dump tube. Amazing what humans get up to when no one is looking isn't it?.
* Quote attributed to Mission Commander Jim Lovell in official accounts of the mission, but it is also possible that one of the other crew members originated the communication.
Evacuation from the spacecraft of gasses or fluids into the vacuum of space without altering the tragectory of the spacecraft.
bbbbrrrrrrrrrbbbbbbbt....
pfffffrrrrrrrrrrrrttttt...
'Ah that's better - the sheer joy of farting in space' - Jim Lovell*.
'There is no single thing that symbolises the freedom of expression in a civilised society than the ability of it's citizens to fart without guilt or fear of social exclusion'.
- Mahatma Ghandi.
Perhaps the most at liberty mankind has ever felt in the expression of this basic human imperative is summed up in this 2001 interview with Apollo 11 Command Module Pilot Michael Collins:
People often ask me how I feel about being a crew member of the first mission to land on the moon and not having had the chance to walk on the moon myself. Well, for the most part I say that I felt it a great priviledge to be there atall, and that my mission also had it's unique features. I certainly had enough to do - there wasn't a moment I had the chance to look sorrowfully out of the window at the landing site in Mare Tranquilitatus and long to be there with Neil and Buzz. I was just too busy.
Added to that was the incredible opportunity to savour the fact that at that point I was further away from the earth than any human had ever been throughout the entire history of the human race.
I was also looking out of the window at the dark side of the moon - invisible for all eternity from our home planet. But perhaps most profound of all is the fact that on the dark side of the moon, no communication with mission control or any of the earth's tracking stations is possible. I was in the truest possible sense of the word completely, uniquely and utterly alone.
So it was then that with only the darkest infinite depths of the universe as witness, I vented the most satisfying and profoundly meaningful expulsion of foul gas from the bowels ever before attempted by the human race.
So what was it like to fart in space?
In a word: divine. Yes literally - I felt that I was part of the Universe. Completely bonded with the chemical and molecular forces which constitute our very existence. The universe was breathing me in and breathing me out, and somewhere out there in the great vastness of space there are now random human gasseous and liquid elements contributing to the endless ebb and flow of existence. How did I do it?. I farted into the urine dump tube. Amazing what humans get up to when no one is looking isn't it?.
* Quote attributed to Mission Commander Jim Lovell in official accounts of the mission, but it is also possible that one of the other crew members originated the communication.
Thursday 11 March 2010
just a little medical mutiny...
I'm sick and tired of the entire western world knowing how my kidneys are functioning...
Yes - today I had a doctor's appointment. The doctor I was supposed to see was not there - I was given the wrong location in my letter to confirm the appointment. So the staff at the surgery phoned the doctor I was supposed to see and I could hear intimate details of my case being discussed for all to hear down the corridor - including two other people waiting for appointments.
Then I had a talk with my doctor on the phone and still people were able to overhear the conversation. Then some hours later I was discussing the whole encounter with my partner who also had her sister with her in the car who could also hear all the intensely personal stuff that I had discussed with the doctor....
*rips bio-med sensors from chest*
Flight Surgeon:
"Flight - I just lost all bio-med data on Lovell"
Flight Controller Gene Kranz:
"cut em a little slack Doc, It's just a little medical mutiny - I'm sure they're still with us.."
sheesh!
Oh by the way, I have decided to suspend the snakes and ladders, and fairground grabber metaphors until further notice. This is in the interests of clarity and uniformity and the writer accepts no responsibility for any loss or damage caused directly or indirectly, by this ruling.
From now on all metaphors will be limited only to human space flight and for a limited period only, EXCLUSIVELY to the mission and crew of Apollo 13.
Thank you for helping to carry my dead elephant for a few minutes.
Yes - today I had a doctor's appointment. The doctor I was supposed to see was not there - I was given the wrong location in my letter to confirm the appointment. So the staff at the surgery phoned the doctor I was supposed to see and I could hear intimate details of my case being discussed for all to hear down the corridor - including two other people waiting for appointments.
Then I had a talk with my doctor on the phone and still people were able to overhear the conversation. Then some hours later I was discussing the whole encounter with my partner who also had her sister with her in the car who could also hear all the intensely personal stuff that I had discussed with the doctor....
*rips bio-med sensors from chest*
Flight Surgeon:
"Flight - I just lost all bio-med data on Lovell"
Flight Controller Gene Kranz:
"cut em a little slack Doc, It's just a little medical mutiny - I'm sure they're still with us.."
sheesh!
Oh by the way, I have decided to suspend the snakes and ladders, and fairground grabber metaphors until further notice. This is in the interests of clarity and uniformity and the writer accepts no responsibility for any loss or damage caused directly or indirectly, by this ruling.
From now on all metaphors will be limited only to human space flight and for a limited period only, EXCLUSIVELY to the mission and crew of Apollo 13.
Thank you for helping to carry my dead elephant for a few minutes.
blue moon...
...y o u l e f t me s t aaa n di 'n al o o o o o o o nnnnn
w i t h o u t a dr e e e e a m
i n m y h e a r t . . .
...you know? - the bit where the battery runs down on the cassette player - drifting free in space.
It's cold, very lonely and there is real danger that we won't get home...
floating free in a doomed spaceship - that's how I feel today.
Perfect.
Radio communication from Earth is time delayed and even if it gets through it is sometimes garbled and keeps breaking up.
The dead elephant feels even heavier today.
w i t h o u t a dr e e e e a m
i n m y h e a r t . . .
...you know? - the bit where the battery runs down on the cassette player - drifting free in space.
It's cold, very lonely and there is real danger that we won't get home...
floating free in a doomed spaceship - that's how I feel today.
Perfect.
Radio communication from Earth is time delayed and even if it gets through it is sometimes garbled and keeps breaking up.
The dead elephant feels even heavier today.
Wednesday 10 March 2010
the impossible dream
this seems to sum it all up at the moment...
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
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