Well, the Falcon 9 launch ended up being aborted. No matter. Lessons learned. There’s a relaunch scheduled for Tuesday.
On the upside of this, on Saturday, the little one and I were able to finally launch without losing/destroying our rocket.
I don’t think I’m more passionate about anything in this world than space flight. When you watch a Nascar race, you often, whether you admit it or not, partially watch it for the accidents. These launches are nothing like that. In the hours leading up to the launch I start getting butterflies in my stomach, almost like I’m about to go see a girl I’m dating. In the seconds, it’s almost like an impending orgasm. You don’t know exactly what is going to happen, but the anticipation is absolutely incredible. There’s even a sense of communion that comes with it. I watched with some friends on facebook, and even hearing the excitement of the guy counting down (who was so excited that he had to slow his count as he got ahead of the clock) made me feel like I was there, not just with my friends, but with a specter that is the glory of our species, looking at history being made.
I had this whole idea to wax poetic about it, then it occurred to me that this has all been said before. My friend John introduced me to a movie a long time ago called Vision Quest that’s already got this covered:
Side Note: Yesterday I sold video games and bought books with the money. Something about that seemed cool. I also cleared 8 hours of Bar Study and a 6 mile run. Not shabby.
Bar Tally: 34.5 hours.
