Monday, June 28, 2004

Monday Quizery

Partisan Politics

Christian Science Monitor has a brief quiz up.  Kinda fun.  Turns out I’m a “realist”, which I believe I copped to when I took polisci 110.  So I seem to be internally consistent.  So Monday wasn’t a total loss- I accomplished something.

Other, more detailed quizery here.  My score: Economic left/right: -1.75 (or slightly left of center)
Social libertarian/authoritarian: 1.13 (or a hair above center)

So I’m a touch authoritarian (shocking, I know) and a hair left on my economic ideas, but basically centrist on both axes.  Or roughly midway between Gerhard Schroeder and the current Pope.


Posted by on 06/28/04 at 05:59 PM
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Fahrenheit 9/11

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Just a quick note: Saw it last night and wasn’t really all that impressed.  There just really wasn’t much information there.  There are a few nuggets—like the fact that out of 534 Members of Congress, exactly one has a child who is enlisted.  Bush’s seven perplexed minutes after being told about the World Trade Center are telling.  But beyond that, there just really isn’t a whole lot there.  It’s funny in a few places, and worth seeing for that.  But it’s just too...simple. 

I don’t think conservatives should get too upset about the film; it isn’t really all that serious.  For the same reason, I don’t think dems should raise it up to be something that it is not.

I make all the serious arguments right here.  Hah!  wink You don’t need Michael Moore.


Posted by Ross on 06/28/04 at 04:48 PM
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Faith in Supreme Court Mostly Restored

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Thank God.  SCOTUSBlog has details, but the gist is that the Supreme Court has decided that the Executive Branch may not arbitrarily imprison citizens without trial or recourse.  It sounds like a no-brainer, and in my opinion it is.  What the hell were they thinking?

Under the government’s theory, George Bush could declare John Kerry to be an enemy combatant and imprison him, without recourse or trial.  Would they do that?  Of course not.  But they would have the right.  I can’t think of anything more anti-democratic, or anti-freedom.  It is inexplicable to me that they would even have attempted to assert this power.

The most powerful voice on the opinion is that of Scalia, who thinks that the majority didn’t go far enough in slapping down the government.  His dissent goes right to the first principles of democracy, and is required reading.


Posted by Ross on 06/28/04 at 04:19 PM
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Sunday, June 27, 2004

Affordable Health Care

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Being genetically designed for cave-dwelling, my recent trip to British Columbia’s Sunshine Coast had predictable results.  Two days in, I had a nice sunburn/sun reaction.  I’ve seen it a dozen times before and I know that seeing a doctor is a good idea when it gets severe.  Since I haven’t lived in Canada in ten years, I don’t have a provincial health card any more.  I therefore entered the BC medical system as a simple cash-carrying person (yes, we do have that in Canada).

I called in the morning, and had an appointment for that afternoon.  The doctor and I spent about 15 minutes together, and I walked out with my prescription.  Let’s tote up the costs:

$40 for the office visit, cash.  $9.32 for the prescription.  Both those figures are in Canadian dollars, so at today’s exchange rate my interaction with the health system cost US$36.57.

About two years ago the same thing happened while here at home.  I did get an appointment for the same afternoon, but I had to wait about an hour and a half.  The 10 minute office visit cost around $65 (covered by insurance, but shouldn’t we look to see how much we’re being charged).  The prescription cost about $20, for the same medication; our interaction total is about US$85.

There’s no discernible difference in the quality of care received, for an interaction like this, between the US and Canadian system.  So why do we have such a difference in charges to the patient?  There’s a laundry list of reasons, I suppose.  Doctors in Canada don’t have the same vulnerability to malpractice; there’s some legislative protection, and large jury awards are almost unheard of in Canada.  Staffing costs are higher in the US, which means higher costs to cover. 

One of the largest factors is the massive administrative and paperwork overhead in the US system.  This burden is estimated to chew up almost 30% of medical dollars; it’s the constant paper cut knife-fighting between physicians’ offices’ admins and their counterparts at the insurance companies.  The insurance companies don’t want to pay out; the longer they can hold on to their dollars the more they earn on investments.  Most doctors in the US have at least one and usually more people on staff who work payment issues almost full-time.

Administrative overhead in the Canadian system is about 6%, and other socialized medicine systems run about the same.

I think the medical insurance companies are at the heart of this.  An ob-gyn friend has just been presented with a Faustian deal by her malpractice company; either sign a new agreement with a “tail clause”, or lose her insurance.  The malpractice insurance policy used to cost $85,000 per year.  The “new deal” is that if she ever ceases insuring with this company, she must pay them two years, in full upon doing so.  Malpractice insurance companies are local, so if she moves to another state, this amount would be due and payable. 

So she should just go to another insurance company, right?  Wrong.  Malpractice insurance is highly specialized; it turns out that in our area, there is exactly one company offering malpractice insurance to ob-gyns.  Of course, that company is likely owned by another, much larger company that does national health insurance, but for the purposes of this contract it is irrelevant.

Her practice of (I believe) eight ob-gyns are all being forced into the same deal.  Some of them are nearing the end of their careers or don’t have any plans to move; for them the deal is still possible.

There’s a bizarre little circle at the heart of the system.  That first $85,000 in revenues is paid by insurance companies and then routed right back to insurance companies.  We know that the payout rate for medical malpractice insurance is around 4 to 1; for every four dollars taken in, one dollar is paid out.  Mathematically, this tells us that the insurance industry needs to keep malpractice underwriting small and local; only when the risk is concentrated can the premiums be justified.  In the aggregate malpractice insurance is rather profitable. 

By shifting money into the malpractice stream, the cost of health care has been exaggerrated. Insurance companies have dramatically raised their rates over the past four years, citing increased costs and malpractice, when they themselves are the primary reasons for those cost increases. 

For those Americans looking for affordable health care, you might want to look north of the border.  For the cash-paying patient, it’s prompt and efficient, and less than half the cost of American care of comparable quality.  Powell River British Columbia has noted a recent trend—medical tourism.  It seems that the excellent hospital and ready availability of care has recently been drawing patients from Canada’s urban centers, as well as from the US. 

And just to head it off, I’ll admit that the finest health care in the world is available right here in the US.  Of course, only a tiny fraction of the population can actually afford it, but who the hell cares about the rest?  Paying twice as much to insure only 60% of the population is the American Way; that paperwork and overhead is the heart of the system.  And private medical care must be preserved at all costs!  Private care like you can, uh, get in Canada.

Imposing a system on the population that benefits and works for only a small number of people?  That’s real elitism; the kind that takes food from children, breaks a man’s life with medical expenses, laughs at the suffering, and guides the body politic to cement it in place.


Posted by Ross on 06/27/04 at 03:46 PM
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Saturday, June 26, 2004

Jack Ryan on the Defense of Marriage

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From his (former) campaign site...here’s what Jack Ryan has to say about “family breakdowns”:

I believe that marriage can only be defined as that union between one man and one woman. I am opposed to same-sex marriages, civil unions, and registries.

I believe that we are all equal before God and should be before the law. Homosexuals deserve the same constitutional protections, safeguards, and human dignity as every American, but they should not be entitled to special rights based on their sexual behavior.

The breakdown of the family over the past 35 years is one of the root causes of some of our society’s most intractable social problems-criminal activity, illegitimacy, and the cyclical nature of poverty.

As an elected leader, my interest will be in promoting laws and educating people about the fundamental importance of the traditional family unit as the nucleus of our society.

In the wake of the recent Massachusetts State Supreme Court ruling that has spawned similar lawsuits in other states, it seems likely that defending traditional marriage and codifying that defense will be required at the federal level. As such, as a United States Senator, I would support legislation such as Senator Bill Frist’s Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA), provided the language remains clear in the defining of traditional marriage and protecting the traditional family unit.

I can’t quite remember where it is in the Bible, but there’s gotta be some traditional justification in there somewhere for asking your wife to have sex in club. 

Schadenfreude, oh schadenfreude.


Posted by Ross on 06/26/04 at 04:49 PM
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Thursday, June 24, 2004

Giant Fighting Robots Tested by USAF

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Loyal reader #00012, Guitarpicker, alerts us to recent developments in lethal autonomous robots.  USA Today is reporting that the Air Force is testing several new robotic vehicles intended, according to Air Force claims, to “detect the enemy first, will receive any of the initial hostile acts,” Meana said. “If you shoot the robot we don’t care. We know you’re there, you’re hostile, and we can keep our forces in reserve to move tactically against the enemy. The robots will save our troops’ lives.” Staff Sergeant Miguel Jimenez, displaying a stunning lack of concern of the future survival of his own species, said Tuesday, “If somebody wants to spend the money and send something like that out there instead of my life, I’m all about that.”

The Air Force is testing two different robots for perimeter security.  The first and more expensive is the Mobile Detection and Response System, or MDARS.  Looking curiously similar to “Number Five” from the movie “Short Circuit,” this robot can be equipped with automatic weapons and pepper spray.  It will use radar, TV and infrared to detect and destroy its human prey.

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But that’s not all.  Like Voltron, MDARS can also split into several smaller robots.  Okay, only sort of.  Here is a snap of MDARS launching Matilda, a mini robot designed to allow inspection under vehicles and into areas too small for the jeep sized MDARS.

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Our days as the dominant lifeform on this planet are numbered, as this model will go into production next year.  As always, I would like to be the first to welcome our new robotic overlords.


Posted by Buckethead on 06/24/04 at 06:17 PM
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Arab TV Finally Develops Show With Worldwide Appeal

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Sayonara, Survivor!  Bye-Bye Big Brother!  Farewell Fear Factor!  It appears the new Arab reality show, Cave In To My Demands Or I’ll Saw Your Citizens’ Heads Off, is really taking the world by storm.  I haven’t seen any of this season’s episodes yet, but I have read about them and man I am blown away!  Many appear shocked at the graphic nature of it, and surprised at the union of ultra violence, political messages, and media saturation; it’s that shock that’s going to take this show straight to the top! 
Lots of good marketing and distribution in US markets, although I don’t believe it’s getting the same demographic penetration as in the Arab world.  Product tie-ins, like with green headbands or specially prepared throwin’ stones say, are weak here as well outside narrow markets trending to the young, hip, prostrate crowd.  There is some progress on Muslim catch phrases (Allahu akbar; Dar al-Islam; Dar al-Kufr) penetrating the mainstream, but most common usage is still in mosques and prisons. 

I have a passing familiarity with other reality TV from the Middle East, like the long running 11th Century House; the unforgettable Candid Clitorectomy; the often imitated A Suicide Bomber Story, and the fun but trifling My Big Fat Obnoxious Husband and His 3 Other Big Fat Obnoxious Wives.  But nothing compares to the interest audiences are giving to ...Heads Off.

Looks like Muslim TV really has a hit on its hands. 


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Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Critical Criticism

Lead Pipe Cruelty

Christopher Hitchens flays, dices, and juliennes Michael Moore’s new propaganda flick.  In related news, the New York Times Review of Books crucifies Bill Clinton’s tell little memoir.


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Attack of the Clones?

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Nellie McKay, “Get Away From Me” (Columbia)
Katie Melua, “Call Off The Search” (Universal)

I’m a sucker for precocious youngsters. Having passed forever out of precocious youngsterhood a few years ago, I remain deeply impressed by people who can, at an improbably young age, turn out an album of assured, complete, and ambitious songs that deserve a wide audience. However, I’m frequently disappointed with the followup. In 1999, I was very much taken by Ben Kweller’s self-released EP, “Freak Out It’s Ben Kweller!” His super-ballad “Butterflies” was possibly my favorite song of that year, and his Vanilla Ice redux “BK Baby” was improbably fun. However, his follow-on major label debut, 2002’s “Sha Sha” (ATO) lacked the same flair, possibly because recording in an actual studio with Dave Matthews’ money made him choke a little when the time came to deliver. Ditto Erin McKeown, a Massachusetts singer whose second album, “Distillation” (Signature Sounds) is still one of my favorites. A pixieish woman who plays hot jazz guitar, McKeown mined Tin Pan Alley and some weird angry side of her subconsious to create a strong and diverse set of songs. “Queen of Quiet,” “Blackbirds” and “La Petite Mort” crackled with creativity, brilliance, and masterful performances, and a small bidding war ensued for her among indie labels. Unfortunately her next album, last year’s “Grand” (Nettwerk) was notable mainly because McKeown abandoned her strengths to experiment with new genres and forms with the result that for the moment her reach exceeds her grasp.

So now when faced with the prospect of some ambitous new hotness, I tend to hesistate lest I sign on to follow the career of an artist who will within two years disappear into his or her own navel. I am especially hesitant to embrace releases by young female jazz singers these days, since every label in the universe seems determined to build their future on cloning Norah Jones. Nellie McKay and Katie Melua are both nineteen years old, both have preciousness just coming out their ears, both grew up in itinerant circumstances (Melua moving from Moscow to Georgia (the Black Sea Georgia) to Belfast, McKay shuttling between the East and West Coasts in a VW van), and both have chosen to be jazz chanteuses on their debut albums. But for all the similarities, their albums could hardly have turned out any different. Where Nellie McKay kicks against the stereotype, dead set on being different from Norah Jones in every way, Katie Melua seems dead set on jumping Jones’s claim.


Posted by Johno on 06/23/04 at 07:37 PM
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From Ross in Canada

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Ross emails from the great white north:

Weird little DNS errors prevent me from entering this, so I’m just forwarding it to you…

I am currently engaged in some serious R+R on the west coast, up in that Canada place.  My gracious hosts have provided me with living quarters that are possibly larger than my house...I’ve been out on the water, over to the mountains; I’ve sat on docks watching birds, listened to locals asking for a birthday joint, seen the place where a local grower tragically crashed his harley two nights ago and killed his wife...been on a sailboat at 10:30pm, still in the light, trolling over a reef, catching nothing...i marvel at what my cousin and husband have been able to do out here...it occurs to me that we are all total pussies compared to him wink i mean, i am typing this in the house he built by hand, a 3000 sqare foot house with beautiful hardwood floors on five acres with its own orchard and swimming hole and five hundred fee of split rail fence, two workshops, a sawmill (that made the lumber for the house)...and i have trouble just organizing my mail.  ouch!

people out here just DO things.  they do things a lot of people have forgotten how to do.  there’s ocean and water, children with bikes instead of video games, and everything has to come here on the ferry.

i’ll be coming back in two days...


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Close, but no cigar

Entertainment

The AFI has released their list of the 100 top songs from movies of all time.

They did remember some of my favorites: “Puttin’ on the Ritz” from Young Frankenstein, “Lose Yourself” from 8 Mile, “Springtime for Hitler” from The Producers, and the theme from “Goldfinger” all figure, as does “Rainbow Connection” and the theme from “Shaft.” Nice work there.

However, I am hard to please, and I’m flabbergasted that some very worthy selections were passed over in favor of songs from “When Harry Met Sally...”, “Beaches,” and “Moulin Rouge”. Beaches? Did you ever know that you’re my hero? Bite my implants, Bette.

Among the reasons for my irritation (not that it takes much to irritate me these days) is that not making the cut is the single greatest film theme song of all time, no discussion allowed:

  • Across 110th Street, Bobby Womack (Across 110th Street)

    And let’s not even mention these worthy candidates:

  • Can You Picture That, Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem (The Muppet Movie)
  • Stuck in the Middle With You, Stealers Wheel (Reservoir Dogs)
  • Shout!, “Otis Day and the Knights” (Animal House)
  • My Way, Sid Vicious (Sid & Nancy)
  • Rock and Roll High School, The Ramones (Rock and Roll High School)
  • Purple Rain, Prince (Purple Rain)


    Posted by Johno on 06/23/04 at 04:26 PM
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    From the “Headlines that would be funny if they didn’t give me screaming night terrors” department

    		War

    “Afghans Behead Taliban in Revenge for Beheadings”.

    This is not the way. Not at all. 


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    Tuesday, June 22, 2004

    I never thought being unemployed would be so time consuming

    		Just So You Know

    It has been a busy few weeks for the Buckethead family.  When I was laid off almost a month ago I dreamed that I would have a period of rest; a time to gather my scattered mental faculties into a pile, give them a light dusting and polishing, and sort them into neat ordered rows.  I would do the job search, obtain renumerative and rewarding employment, and rejoin the working week.  But as my personal savior John Belushi said, “But nooooo!”

    Once I no longer had the excuse of going to work, I was expected to increase my participation in the management of the household.  I was able to get several days’ respite by “reorganizing the garage,” but my wife soon saw through my cunning ruse.  But even Mrs. Buckethead had to defer to my new master, the townhouse.

    Long time readers will be aware that the townhouse has been something of an albatross for me.  While it held out the hope of gleeful capitalist windfalls, it mostly was a black hole of time, effort and money.  (Well, let’s be fair - it was only a neutron star.) We had finally reached the point where we could rent the damn thing, when the dark clouds started gathering at the workplace.  So, we did what any sensible people do when faced with uncertainty - grab for the cash.

    But the process of selling our spare house, begun just before I was pink slipped, has proved to be just as much a burden as trying to rent it ever was.  Fascist homeowner’s associations, recalcitrant plumbing and the prejudices of others have kept me working until my fingers are nubs.  One particularly egregious example: just yesterday Mrs. Buckethead and I disassembled our fence, and then immediately reassembled it six inches lower to satisfy an obscure codicil of the association covenant.  All the while, my son sat in purgatory, or what toy sellers like to call the Megasaucer.  A thousand minor details must all be attended to, so that weeks later, you (cross your fingers) get the cash.  I’ll need to get laid off from being laid off, just to recover from this harrowing experience.

    Then there was the trip to Vegas.  Naturally, the first thing one thinks of when one is unemployed is, “Hey, I need to go to Vegas!” What better use for now scarce funds than to buy an airline ticket a week in advance and fly to an entire city scientifically and methodically designed to devour every cent you have, or can easily borrow or steal?  Normally, my common sense and prudence (also known as my wife) would preclude such a journey.  Thank god for extenuating circumstances!  My dear friend Jeff (an actual rocket scientist) had decided after seven years of dithering that the right time to get married was right after I became a government jobless statistic.  I met Jeff in 1972.  I was born in 1969.  I have quite literally known him as long as I can remember.  And he asked me to be in the wedding party.  I had little choice but to take the hit.  I had to go to Vegas.

    I got up at 5:30 on Thursday to get to the airport.  Arrived at 10:30 Vegas time.  Goofed off, found the bachelor.  Went to the bachelor party at eight in the evening.  Met some fascinating women with wonderful personalities and lucrative careers in the arts.  Got back to my hotel at 4:30am, twenty six hours after waking the previous day.  Got exactly three hours of sleep before waking to a phone call from Mrs. Buckethead, who apparently didn’t think too much about time zones. 

    Then we gambled.  And drank.  And drank and gambled.  We saw the fountains at the Bellagio, the miniature Statue of Liberty, the smoked glass pyramid, the lions at the MGM, and the Venetian, which would have embarrassed even a Sforza.  Outside, it was Times Square - old and new together - on crack.  Hispanic street buskers handing out hooker’s business cards.  Silicone.  Elvis.  Inside, all the wonderful and clever cheese that is a thin disguise over some rather merciless interior design.  Every path leads to gambling.  It’s uncanny.  Free drinks as long as you’re playing.  Silicone, Elvis.

    Then there was the wedding.  I could tell you that it had a Brazilian carnivale theme.  I could tell you that the minister was a transvestite Carmen Miranda and a Cuban accent.  But you wouldn’t get it.  This picture will give you some idea of what was going on - this is the happy couple perhaps ten minutes into the holy and sacred institution of marriage:

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    The reception lasted until the wee hours of the morning.  I had so much to drink, I even danced.  I apologize to all those who had the misfortune to witness that.  No one was permanently injured though, which makes it one of my more successful forays into interpretive dance.  (By this series of movements, the white male shows his alienation both from soceity and himself.  He demonstrates that even his body cannot be a comfortable home for his soul.  Here, this movement satirizes the conventional notions of grace, aesthetics, and athleticism.)

    In my spare time, I have read exactly one and a half books.  All on the plane to and from Vegas.  I have pursued the job search thingy - In fact I have a lead on what would be a stupendously fantastic job; failing that, there are still several other attractive options before me.  All I have to do is survive until next Monday (when the deed is recorded and I get my cash) on $6.00 and the change under my couch cushions.  Then, big money.  And I apologize to all four of my loyal readers, who may have noticed my absence and suffered for the lack of a useful reason to say, “Jeebus, what a deranged mongoloid fuckwit!”

    So that’s what I’ve been doing on my summer vacation. 


    Posted by Buckethead on 06/22/04 at 04:03 AM
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    Monday, June 21, 2004

    Trent Lott: Man of Mystery

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    Scenes from the New York Times Magazine interview:

    Q: We can’t kill everyone who hates America!

    A: We can kill a lot of them, particularly when they try to kill us.

    Q: You recently created a stir when you defended the interrogation techniques at Abu Ghraib.

    A: Most of the people in Mississippi came up to me and said: ‘’Thank Goodness. America comes first.’’ Interrogation is not a Sunday-school class. You don’t get information that will save American lives by withholding pancakes.

    Q: But unleashing killer dogs on naked Iraqis is not the same as withholding pancakes.

    A: I was amazed that people reacted like that. Did the dogs bite them? Did the dogs assault them? How are you going to get people to give information that will lead to the saving of lives?

    Q: How do you feel about gay men adopting and raising children?

    A: It’s so important that children have parents or family that love them. There are a lot of adopted children who have loving parents, and it comes in different ways with different people in different states.

    And there you have it. Kill the bad guys, gay marriage ok!, and it’s not torture as long as the dogs didn’t bite.

    [wik] n.b. I originally included a darkly sarcastic analogy in the above to make it clear that I think Trent Lott is out of his damn tree if he’s gotten around to splitting hairs on the torture issue by arguing that a) we don’t know that the dogs ever attacked anyone, b) ergo, no torture, and c) they deserved whatever they got anyway, and who knows where those bite marks are from. However, the analogy was too unsavory and made me rather uncomfortable. Consequently, I just have to say it. Trent Lott is out of his damn tree if he thinks that using dogs-- the bitey kind or otherwise-- to threaten unconvicted, possibly average-Joe prisoners in the hopes of gaining (*stentorian Prussian voice*) in-formation is the right idea. At least two of my bloggin’ buddies disagree with me on this point, but in 100% of cases I’ve heard of to date, I’m agin’ it, and it makes me see red.

    [also wik] Trent Lott thinks gay marriage is okay by him. Whoosh. I need a minute to process.


    Posted by Johno on 06/21/04 at 07:40 PM
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    Exploratin’

    		That Buck Rogers Stuff

    The uninspiringly-named “SpaceShipOne” has completed its maiden voyage at America’s first licensed inland spaceport, ushering in the age of private space flight. All that remains now is for Bert Rutan’s team repeat the feat twice in two weeks, each time carrying three people, and the X-Prize will be theirs. (Let’s bask in this a bit… I’m sure we have about twelve hours of glory before al Jazeera, Reuters and the Berkeley Barb find some inane way to blame this success on ‘the Jews’.)

    Interestingly, SpaceShipOne is being financed the same way all the great voyages in the last few centuries have been: by immense reserves of private capital held by men (not so much women, yet) entranced in equal measure by the potential for profit and the fascination of discovery. In this case, Microsoft co-founder Paul Allen is the lucky man, to the tune of $20 millon so far. Who knows? Maybe Microsoft will go down as the Medici family of its time in this regard.

    As Minister Buckethead has noted extensively on this weblog and in hours of beery pontification, the future of space flight lies in the private sector, where ambition, genius, and market forces can strip away the unnecessary crapola governments bring to the project. SpaceShipOne has taken the all-important first step. Congratulations to Scaled Composites, Bert Rutan, and to test pilot Mike Melvill.


    Posted by Johno on 06/21/04 at 04:40 PM
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