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Friday, January 09, 2004

I knew Jack Kennedy. Jack Kennedy was a president of mine. Mr. President, you, sir, are no Jack Kennedy.

Bush announces a new space program (moon, mars, yaddayadda). Of course, NASA has no idea what to do about the current shuttle program, since putting things into orbit around earth is a useful skill not to lose.
There are three surviving shuttles, but the program has been operating for 20 years, and the design is even older. NASA has begun preliminary design work on a new system . . . but its purpose is not yet clear.

The issue is urgent because any replacement would probably be a decade away, by which time the shuttles, if they are still flying, would be about 30 years old, experts say.

Smart, leaving the higher math to the experts. That way, if the calculation proves wrong, it's their number, not yours.

No time. Reduced to barrel-shooting fish, deriding journalese.

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