My good friend Stephen has more to say about the whole Hyperloop project set, which seems to be marching forward. He was skeptical before, but he sounds more hopeful these days, weighing in as needed on a great article by Alissa Walker at Gizmodo. I agree, although my biggest concern is still how they’re going… Continue reading Stephen Granade on the Hyperloop
So back last July, I started my new job and returned to aerospace. It was a great time, and I was truly excited to be a part of it. I was so excited that I started keeping a work journal. Every day, I would jot down a few sentences on what I’d done / thought… Continue reading The First Time I Ever Saw Her Face
My story with manned spaceflight starts with my parents and older brother. Both of my parents were in college in the 1960s, the heyday of the US manned space program. In the span of time between the last few bits of Dad’s sophomore year in high school to his last year in graduate school, we went… Continue reading Back in the Saddle
TItles: Unintentional sexism is sexism nonetheless. There’s almost never a good reason to use a different word to describe a woman’s job than the words you’d choose if the position were held by a man. The most disgusting thing that I saw on this topic was the following tweet: Epic. Three Lessons from Katie Cotton,… Continue reading Sexism Matters
I hate school I hate school I hate school I hate school I hate school. May 2nd cannot get here fast enough. I will spend the summer as an auto-didact and will return refreshed for the fall.
I don’t miss social media much. When I do, it’s 95% Twitter.
I mean, when I took MA 244, Clinton was President and few people outside of wonky Republicans, baseball fans, and Texans knew who the hell George W. Bush was. We all thought that Dick Cheney was done in Washington. Chads didn’t hang. This blog was still 15 months in the future. Yet here I am… Continue reading No one told me that there’d linear algebra.
I will always have April, and I am grateful for that. That record is so emotional and beautifully powerful that I am often moved by it. But damn if the next two albums are hard to love. I wish that I could adequately relay how few fucks I give about his past profligate promiscuity. I get it — you used to get laid a lot. Please evoke another emotion.
Tonight, I’ll dream of a girl with radiant, August eyes.
There’s nothing like waking up at 0415 realizing that you structured your experiment incorrectly. Thankfully I’ve only taken 3/8 of my data. I’ll probably have to throw out one data point at the most.
ETA: Happiness is salvaging all of your data points, reworking the random order to tweak what you’ve run, and not losing any data taken already. Hell, I’ll finish a day earlier. Thank you, pagan DOE gods.
Sometimes, when I’m causing mayhem, I wonder if James Thomas ever gets a late-night phone call from the Ghost of Admissions Counselors Future saying, “You think that you really want this kid now, but here in the future, he’s a bit of a pain in the ass.”