Saturday, June 27, 2026

Heaven Can Wait, We’re Only Watching the Skies

On this date 44 years ago, the fourth shuttle mission, and final test flight, lifted off.  To mark the event, let's turn to John Young's memoir, Forever Young1:

For STS-4 on 27 June–4 July 1982, I paired up Mattingly and Hank Hartsfield, for the first time making a shuttle crew that had graduated from the same school, Auburn University. Like STS-3, this mission was designed to put all of the shuttle systems through their paces. 

Naturally there were a few glitches. During launch, both solids were lost forever after separation when they fell back and hit the ocean at high velocity. In orbit, the thermal gradient closure of the payload bay doors failed. The port door of the payload bay jammed the aft latches after partial travel, which had to be thermally corrected. 

Like STS-3, it was a complex test mission. The crew had more than seven hundred hours in the shuttle mission simulator and more than nine hundred STA approaches. T. K. flew the orbiter manually to landing from Mach 0.9 through rollout. This became the recommended pilot control procedure that was used right up to the end of the shuttle program. As T. K. noted at the time, the orbiter was difficult to land because its center of rotation lay forward of the cockpit instead of close to the center of gravity as in most aircraft. 

Its landing was the first time a shuttle had come down on a concrete runway (runway 22 at Edwards). Columbia alighted 948 feet down the runway at 204 knots and at a sink rate of 1.1 feet per second—very nicely done. President and Mrs. Reagan met the crew as they left the vehicle. T. K. and Hank were surprised to see the First Couple, even though that was actually why we had them land on the concrete runway. Nancy Reagan would not have been able to walk well in high heels in the sand! 

Officially the shuttle was now “operational”—meaning, among other things, that we were now ready to put in a crew of four and fly without ejection seats. I was okay with just that label from an engineering perspective, but some leading government bureaucrats and NASA officials were not. For the shuttle to be “fully operational,” they declared that it needed to be ready to launch 24 missions a year, thereby becoming the only U.S. launcher available for commercial payloads. 

Early on, some yokels in NASA had predicted that we’d be able to fly as many as 116 missions between 1981 and 1985; in reality, we flew 23 and had to stretch everybody’s abilities and capacities to the breaking point just to fly those. We couldn’t have done anywhere near 116 missions even if the business had been there to do them all—and it wasn’t, not even close...

I was amazed that we could disconnect the ejection seats and call the shuttle “operational” after only four missions. Truth was, as NASA would finally recognize officially following the loss of Columbia in 2003, the shuttle should never have been considered anything but an experimental vehicle. Neither civilian nor military aircraft have ever been considered operational until proven over thousands of test flights in their final operational configurations, whereas the shuttle, even at the end of its life in 2011, still had fewer than two hundred flights total, with almost continuous modification between 1981 and 2011.

Speaking of Hank Hartsfield, who is perhaps less well-known than his commander or their boss (Young became Chief of the Astronaut Office in '74), here's a snip from Dark Star: A New History of the Space Shuttle:

Although under pressure to launch quickly, NASA, by the end of 1985, was still struggling to make twelve flights a year, with no indication that the tempo of operations would increase any time soon. “The whole system was starting to crater,” Hank Hartsfield later recounted, with scheduled flights hurriedly prepared so that NASA could meet its self-imposed guidelines. Unable to achieve the economies of scale sought, the shuttle, by the end of 1985, looked less and less like a commercial satellite launcher than another in a long line of experimental space vehicles.

In July 1985, NASA selected the New Hampshire social studies teacher Christa McAuliffe as a prime crew member for a future shuttle flight, with the Idaho second-grade teacher Barbara Morgan serving as her backup. Unlike with previous astronaut assignments, NASA assigned McAuliffe to a single mission for which the flight crew had already been selected; the crew, led by Commander Dick Scobee (a former lifting body test pilot who joined NASA in 1978), greeted her upon her return to JSC.

Without piloting or scientific duties on the forthcoming flight, McAuliffe would deliver two televised lessons for children from space. According to news accounts, Scobee welcomed McAuliffe with the comment that “no matter what happens on the mission, it’s going to be known as the teacher mission,” a statement intended to flatter her, but which instead reflected Scobee’s recognition that the public cared little for the difficult work of the flight, which would include a satellite deployment and astronomical experiments...Career astronauts, McAuliffe believed, resented both her presence and NASA’s suggestion that she would “ ‘humanize’ ” spaceflight, a remark that (perhaps inadvertently) branded her fellow crew members as inhuman.
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The space shuttle, despite statements otherwise, had not been designed for passengers and could be destroyed relatively easily through the careless operation of its many controls. Astronauts were aware of these vulnerabilities, but “joyriding” “part-timers” (as NASA career astronauts called them) were not. “Individuals who were clueless about the risks of spaceflight were being exploited for public relations purposes,” later wrote Mullane. “The entire part-timer program was built on the lie that the shuttle was nothing more than an airliner.”

The shuttle was a flawed, experimental machine that taught us some deadly lessons, of which there could have been many more, as illustrated by Young's sixth and final spaceflight:

Entry of STS-9 turned out to be exciting—too exciting...

When our attitude’s dead band was reached, the primary nose jets on the orbiter fired. When they fired, GPC 1 failed. We then keyed GPC 2 into Orbit Operations Mode 2. About six minutes later, we got another round of dead-band firings from our primary nose jets. Then GPC 2 crashed. When the first computer failed, my knees started shaking. When the second computer failed, I turned to jelly. It looked like Brewster felt the same way...

The postflight mission report explained what happened next with the looped onboard computers: “A ground review of GPC-2 memory dump indicated some memory alterations had occurred. However, GPC-2 was reinitialized in OPS 3 and was used in the redundant set with GPC-3 and GPC-4 for entry and landing. At Orbiter nose wheel touchdown (342:11:16:45), GPC-2 again failed.”

In a nutshell, Columbia experienced two failed computers, one of which we restored only to have it fail again at landing. The cause of one of the failures turned out to be a sliver of solder eleven-thousandths of an inch thick that became dislodged when the thrusters were fired, shorting out the CPU board. During the postflight debriefing, I remarked about this incident, “Had we activated the backup flight software when the problem first emerged, loss of vehicle and crew would have resulted.”
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As suggested earlier, postflight investigation found that the computer failures had been caused by particles in the GPC amplifiers. The general-purpose computers had not been given the normal zero-gravity “particle impact noise detection” tests. So, again, we were lucky that the computers did not totally fail. If GPC 2 had failed during entry and we had used the recommended procedures to fix it, we would have lost flight control of the orbiter. That would have been very bad for us. 

Shortly after landing, our number one APU—providing hydraulic power to move the elevons, rudder, speed brakes, and body flap—shut down prematurely because of a turbine “under-speed” condition. Later we found out that, shortly after the first shutdown, APU 2 also shut down because of a turbine not turning fast enough. We landed on a Thursday, and on Saturday we found out that APU 1 exploded eleven minutes after touchdown and that APU 2 exploded twenty-five minutes after touchdown. 

We were told the APUs had actually caught fire—caused by leaking hydrazine fuel—at 40,000 feet when we had gotten down to the altitude where oxygen in the air allowed it. Not to mince words, we were on fire when we landed, though of course we didn’t know it at the time. We didn’t find out until two days later.

Space is hard.

Selah.


1 - The book is...okay.  Ostensibly co-authored with James Hansen (wrote First Man, which I haven't read yet, but I did like the movie), it was mostly written by Young, whose stuff doesn't flow as well as other astronaut's from where I sit.  It is also horribly edited.  But it does provide good coverage over the man's awesome, long NASA tenure.

Friday, June 26, 2026

Would you stay if she promised you heaven?


I mean, probably.

Finally Cooled Down

A Matter Which Lies Solely Between Man & His God

Indeed, as RMJ notes, "Patrick’s argument the phrase is not in the Constitution is correct."  I might also add that there is no such thing as "Christian-based nation."  However, in Article VI of the US Constitution: no religious Test shall ever be required.

The dude who drafted the Declaration of Independence wrote some stuff down, too:

The bill for establishing religious freedom, the principles of which had, to a certain degree, been enacted before, I had drawn in all the latitude of reason & right. it still met with opposition; but, with some mutilations in the preamble, it was finally past; and a singular proposition proved that it’s protection of opinion was meant to be universal. where the preamble declares that coercion is a departure from the plan of the holy author of our religion, an amendment was proposed, by inserting the words ‘Jesus Christ’ so that it should read ‘a departure from the plan of Jesus Christ, the holy author of our religion’ the insertion was rejected by a great majority, in proof that they meant to comprehend, within the mantle of it’s protection, the Jew and the Gentile, the Christian and Mahometan, the Hindoo and infidel of every denomination.

So did the dude who introduced the independence resolution:

The declaration of Rights, it seems to me, rather contends against forcing modes of faith and forms of worship, than against compelling contribution for the support of religion in general. I fully agree with the presbyterians, that true freedom embraces the Mahomitan and the Gentoo as well as the Xn religion and upon this liberal ground I hope our Assembly will conduct themselves.

And since Hamilton was wrong that it was a bad idea to make a list of our rights, Madison got this written down: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof...

Finally, there is no mention of G-d in the Constitution, but guess where you will find one?

Selah.

Thursday, June 25, 2026

I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping


Story of my life.

What dark irony

Owed to Pedagogy:

So we lay, still as stars on the living
room floor, poring over algorithms:
divisors & dividends, quotient

the first synonym for resolution
I ever learned, & would later
come to love for its sound alone,

how it reminded me, even then,
of words like quantum & quotation
mark, both ways of saying nothing

means what you think it means
all the time. The observable
universe hides behind its smooth

obsidian dress, & all we can
do is grasp at it in myths
& figures, see what sticks,

give all our best language
to the void...

Joshua Bennett.

#throwbackthursday

Back when I didn't have 2 highschoolers.  (2022)

Wednesday, June 24, 2026

Sokkin inn í djúpa tøgn


Sunken into the deep silence.

Take Account of All You’ve Seen

Address to the Heart at the Lake's Edge:

Listen, Heart, O Time’s red furious clock,
Securely lodged within your cage of bone!
The waves beat frantic wings against the rock,
But do not fear, my Heart, we are alone.
You have betrayed me your three times and more
To send me kneeling sick upon the ground,
Crying my love out to the moon-bright shore,
Only to rise at length to face a pond
Whereon no star rests, no white plume is thrown
Across the stricken earth’s contorted ice.
Stay with me, Heart, until the flesh is blown
Into the dust’s sweet loss. Betray me trice,
Twenty times three, but when a bird wheels south,
Send me running wild with songs upon my mouth!

Willard Maas.

Tuesday, June 23, 2026

The Onoleo Scale


For some reason, Golsa deleted all her regular videos some time back, so all her account has is shorts, which is fine I guess, but some of my favorites are gone now, and shorts embed weird.  This one's nice, though.


PS - E Onoleo is a scale.

и дряхлый овеществленный круг дерев

Willow:

And I matured in peace born of command,
in the nursery of the infant century,
and the voice of man was never dear to me,
but the breeze’s voice—that I could understand.
The burdock and the nettle I preferred,
but best of all the silver willow tree.
Its weeping limbs fanned my unrest with dreams;
it lived here all my life, obligingly.
I have outlived it now, and with surprise.
There stands the stump; with foreign voices other
willows converse, beneath our, beneath those skies,
and I am hushed, as if I’d lost a brother.

Anna Akhmatova.

Monday, June 22, 2026

I've come to set a twisted thing straight


I've come to lighten this dark heart.

Χάρων

Charon’s Cosmology:

With only his dim lantern   
To tell him where he is
And every time a mountain   
Of fresh corpses to load up

Take them to the other side
Where there are plenty more
I’d say by now he must be confused   
As to which side is which

I’d say it doesn’t matter
No one complains he’s got
Their pockets to go through
In one a crust of bread in another a sausage

Once in a long while a mirror   
Or a book which he throws   
Overboard into the dark river   
Swift and cold and deep

Charles Simic.