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by ♫ joyousjoym~ Blessings♥ on Flickr.Kennedy Space Center - Merritt Island, Florida.
The 363-foot tall Apollo Saturn V space vehicle is leaving the Vehicle Assembly Building (VAB) for Pad A, Launch Complex 39, Kennedy Space Center (KSC) Florida. The Saturn V stack and its mobile launch tower are atop a crawler-transporter. The “stack” and the VAB are reflected in the turning basin.
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NASA Co-Op Week 15: Precious Cargo
Six flags of countries who contributed to the International Space Station decorate the flight console. I return to Mission Control watching launch preparations from a new perspective - with Remote Interface Officer. Colloquially called RIO this team of international collaborators were originally dubbed Russian Integration Officer. The RIO flight controller communicated with the Russian team for launch and cargo capture system checks for the Cygnus rocket launch carried by an Atlas V rocket. Cygnus carries over 7,000 pounds of experiments, food and replacement parts to Space Station. cell cultures, bacteria, and microbe satellite experiments are on board the Cygnus rocket. We are calling this event a "Cyg"-nificant launch.
A team of NASA flight controllers flip-flop working in the Russian Mission Control Center in Moscow and NASA's in Houston. For two months controllers visiting Moscow sit console for eight hours a day, six days a week, and on call 24/7. By being available to assist with international troubleshooting, answering the right questions, and making right calls at the right time RIO has saved the space station hundreds of thousands of dollars. Ten years ago an hour of an astronaut's time in space was worth $100,000 so that cost has inflated even more now!
RIO introduced me to their mascot, a groundhog named Phil. One of the first Russian American collaborations took place on a Groundhog Day. Phil's collar is decorated with pins from various missions. The plush Ground Hog was hibernating under the console but has been kidnapped and escorted around the Red Square.
An odd anecdote I learned is that there is a survival hand gun stowed away on the Soyuz capsule. It is used if the Soyuz makes an emergency landing in an unexpected area and the astronauts need to defend themselves from bears or wolves. That's pretty hard core!
WAYS TO GET INVOLVED Watch the Cygnus cargo launch Dec 3rd 4:55pmCT: http://www.ustream.tv/NASAHDTV Accomplishments this week at NASA: https://youtu.be/t3_5ahJ0-Lw Apply for a NASA Internship & Scholarships NOW: https://intern.nasa.gov/ossi/web/public/main/ NASA Co-Op applications: http://nasajobs.nasa.gov/studentopps/employment/opportunities.htm NASA Community College Aerospace Scholars: http://nas.okstate.edu/ncas/ Join an aspirations in computing community: https://www.ncwit.org/programs-campaigns/aspirations-computing
NASA Co-Op Week 10: Rocket Science Is Hard
I get frustrated with NASA asking “Why don’t we just build a rocket and go?”, looking and sounding like a doofus in a horse head. NASA Johnson and Kennedy interns met up at Cape Canaveral to watch the Atlas V launch. Visiting Kennedy Space Center reminded me about how much goes into a rocket launch, sending humans or satellites into space. Of course budget and the ability to set and maintain ten year plus political space exploration goals would speed up the process. Those variables aside I want to share what goes into a rocket launch.
Fishing For Rockets Surprisingly NASA does indeed reuse rocket parts, I thought this idea was unique to SpaceX but has been in the works for decades. Following shuttle era launches skirts of rockets and other parts were retrieved from the ocean. They would be inspected, refurbished and reused. Shuttle rocket parts will be used on the new Space Launch System (SLS). Signs labeled parts that will be used for the EM-1 Orion launch. Protective materials preventing heat damage often get reapplied to these parts. Parts of the rocket get so hot it reaches 6000 degrees Fahrenheit while others get so cold ice forms. The technology used to mix these epoxies in mid air is the same technology that coats M&Ms and Doritos. Talk about spin off technologies!
Monster Tank So you made rocket parts. Great, but how do you expect to assemble and transport something so huge? This was a problem my robotics team ran into as well. We had to make sure the robot we built would fit through the door. Once you have all the rocket parts they will be assembled in the Vehicle Assembly Building (VAB), the tallest one story building in the world at 526 feet. It takes 45 minutes for the main door to be opened. Clouds have been known to form inside the VAB and rain has fallen too. Despite how big the VAB may be when transporting one of the rockets into an assembly segment it needed to be tilted at a 45 degree angle. Upgrades are currently being made for the massive SLS. Once the rocket is assembled it is transported on the Crawler-transporter moving at a back breaking speed of one mile per hour. This transporter insures the rocket reaches the launch pad safely limiting the movement of rocket to less than a diameter of a basketball.
Blast Off Wave goodbye to your creation because it will soon launch, release its payload, tumble into the sea repeating the cycle. A successful launch is dependent of many variables including launch pad hardware, windspeed, humidity, weather, and simply fishing boats in the line of debris reentry. If launch is a go bolts the size of your lower leg explode freeing the beast from the ground. If the bolts do not successfully release the rocket don’t care, it will continue to lift off and tear its restraints off like King Kong.
WAYS TO GET INVOLVED Consider touring Kennedy Space Center. While Johnson Space is the home of the human aspect of space flight Kennedy is in charge of getting is up there: https://www.kennedyspacecenter.com/
Write your congress members and senators encouraging them to support space exploration: http://www.house.gov/representatives/find/
Discover accomplishments made this week at NASA: http://youtu.be/_a9og3pAqxY
Watch highlights from the latest launch by United Launch Alliance of AtlasV carrying a GPS into orbit: https://www.youtube.com/embed/NPcRziWDigQ
Us Johnson Space folk visited our sibling NASA center Kennedy. We toured the largest one story building in the world, Vehicle Assembly Building (VAB), saw parts of the new Space Launch System (SLS) and visited amazing innovators at Swamp Works. Unfortunately the launch was delayed until tomorrow so we will catch it before we leave. Touring NASA Kennedy was humbling, it reminded me that my generation of space exploration advancers stands on the shoulders of giants. WATCH LAUNCH OCT31 12:13pmET http://www.ulalaunch.com/webcast.aspx
A dozen NASA Interns from Johnson Space Center are road tripping to Kennedy Space Center to tour and watch the launch tomorrow October 30th. The United Launch Alliance (ULA) are launching a GPS into semi-synchronous circular orbit about 11,000 nautical miles over Earth's surface. This GPS will help military personnel and civilians navigate providing data. WATCH THE LAUNCH here October 30th 12:17pm EDT: http://www.ulalaunch.com/nasa.aspx Mission Overview: http://www.ulalaunch.com/uploads/docs/Mission_Booklets/AV/av_gpsiif11_mob.pdf More About Atlas V: http://www.ulalaunch.com/atlas-v-to-launch-gps-iif11.aspx Rocket photo by ULA
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🕶️ Weskennedy WE 2024
"UH, HARD DISARGEE." kennedy is quick to refute. they always found smoking to be a nasty habit, convinced it was something only a masochist would enjoy. they tried once in college, shortly after starting their internship because they figured it would make them look and feel more grown up in the room full of journalistic big-shots. men who took their jobs and themselves WAY too seriously. smoking might not have stuck with kennedy but the underlying pretentiousness that came from it? that was still up for debate. "chicken and waffles with a side of lung infection does not sound like an appetizing combo to me." now settled in the stool, they turn their head to witness the full display of soren's theatrics, elbows propped on the bar in front of them. they observe him carefully, making no move to interrupt his performance. a respectful audience, one that makes sure to wait the customary extra beat to ensure the show is over before offering their reaction. “wow." there's a hint of a smile there, perhaps the closest they have come since the news of the recently departed – or rather – recently SNATCHED. they lean ever so slightly in his direction, nose scrunching up as if they are about to deliver some harsh news. "sounds to me like you might just have a little bit of an addiction there.”
location: dolly's diner time: late afternoon status: open!
something about diners. greasy leather seats. overheard secrets tangled up with the clatter of forks. bitter, often stale coffee -- unless you got lucky enough to walk in when the place was mostly empty. unlikely. the kind of place where time hangs heavy, like it got tired and sat down to rest in the corner booth. red creek felt the same, like it had long surrendered to time’s weight instead of running alongside it. no reinvention, no salvation -- just a stubborn place clinging to people like mud after rain, or maybe quicksand, tugging until they sank without a fight. soren didn't have to imagine dark things haunting its bones when its effect where already laying there, sprawled out for anyone willing to see. maybe ancient spirits seeking revenge after having their forever homes suffocated with asphalt and cement. maybe nothing at all, just the weight of a town folding in on itself, vanishing into a fog you didn’t know you’d entered until it was too late. soren wouldn't flinch if someone shattered the silence with a lynchian scream -- sinister close-ups, faces trembling under the pressure of things better left unsaid -- right there in the diner, right as he staed at his gone stale coffee. and perhaps it was his obsession with intricate stories that blurred the line with reality, but twin peaks really didn't feel like fiction anymore; it was a blueprint, a warning for places like this, where the mundane teetered on the edge of surreal, where time sagged, like peeling wallpaper in a room sealed off for too long, and good people stumbled into band endings. even diners -- those greasy churches of familiarity -- could warp into confessional booths. soren let his face fall into his hands, elbows propped at the sides of the cup of coffee. if it had been steaming, it would've made a perfect shot. “ you know what's bullshit, ” he spoke as soon as he felt a presence next to him finally glad to push his inner monologue onto someone else, anyone unlucky enough to hear. he continued as his hands dropped to his lap, revealing a face worn thin by restless nights. “ the fact that they made it illegal to smoke in public places. especially diners. ” though it wasn't just diners. it was also cinemas, trains, pubs.... a beat. then two fingers lifted to his lips, mimicking the pitch of a cigarette between index and thumb. soren inhaled theatrically, face tilting upward as though savoring the hit. then, just as theatrically, he ground the phantom amber into an imaginary glass ashtray, the kind with ornate edges. clock. sound design coming from his tongue against his palate and he swat the phantom ashtray away, still dipped in his interactive daydream.
CHURCHES MADE KENNEDY UNCOMFORTABLE. anything that has to do with divinity or a higher power did. her guard has been up since the moment she stepped foot into the chapel, sharp gaze set on the praying priest just a couple pews ahead of them. a stark contrast to her more doleful stepbrother beside her. "if it makes you feel any better, i doubt that was what KILLED her." the words are delivered in a deadpan tone, making it hard to decipher if that was a callous attempt at a joke or an inside thought that was not meant to see the light of day. perhaps it didn't truly matter. not when the possibility of another tragedy was beginning to feel less like a threat . . . and more like a promise. with so much to lose, how could she possibly give herself the space or even the time to mourn? “i think it's one of the newcomers or – no. maybe someone who was around for the original murders. someone old enough to remember. or maybe it's both. maybe jacob thorne has a long lost sibling that's come to town to take revenge." too many questions, not nearly enough answers. “what do alaina price, daniela estrada, and kirby sloane even have in common?” aside from being a couple of bad bitches.
🗝️ open to all. 📍 redemption chapel, jan 24th.
the news breaks, as does half of red creek alongside it. there's an unfair lump lodged in santiago's throat. he wasn't close to kirby ; her death was not his to mourn, and yet ... he sits in the back pew of redemption chapel, hands wound in his hair. it was between here & the cemetery— the weather chose for him. he breathes in, has a hard time breathing out. halloween night plays through his mind. ❝ i asked about her name. ❞ he wants to laugh at the memory, but doesn't have the heart. a puff of frustration leaves him instead, ❝ grow up in a box like red creek & i still had to ask for her name. jesus– ❞
omg i need him sooooo badly
And I remember when I met him
It was so clear that he was the only one for me
We both knew it, right away
And as the years went on, things got more difficult
We were faced with more challenges
I begged him to stay
Try to remember what we had at the beginning
He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it
When he walked in
Every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him
He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself
I always got the sense that he became torn
Between being a good person and missing out
On all of the opportunities that life could
Offer a man as magnificent as him
And in that way I understood him
And I loved him
I loved him, I loved him, I loved him
And I still love him
I love him
I Still Love Him (National Anthem Monologue) by Lana Del Rey.
John ‘Jack’ Bouvier Kennedy Schlossberg (only grandson of John F. Kennedy and Jacqueline Bouvier) is Vogues new political correspondent.