I love the cumulus and cumulonimbus clouds of summer. I like to imagine they are giant floating rococo basilicas, with thousands of niches for unknown saints.
He’s not paying attention any more.
“Can’t we all just get along?”
In the long run, you’re much better off being there for your team and paying the fine. The league minimum is $555,000, and the average is $4 million; a $2,500 fine is not really a deterrent. Most of these “fights” are mostly pro forma anyhow.
… and with similar restrictions for humans.
An unexamined life is worth living, but only for the beer and pizza.
He’s not holding a whip. He’s holding a club with about 2 ft of string on the end. A whip would have to be more substantial and much longer.
The truth hurts, doesn’t it?
For a variety of reasons, I think we should concentrate on practical fusion before going to Mars. In the meantime, we need to make sure there are no native microbes before we make it our septic tank away from home.
Your suggestions are not bad, but they won’t be happening in less than 20 years, either — especially the nuclear engine. The problems with that are 5% technical, 20% environmental, and 75% political.
The clock is ticking loudly for both of them, and you underestimate the medical risks involved in several months in zero g outside the protection of earth’s magnetic field. He has yet to do what the Soviets did in 1961 — put a man in orbit. I suppose I could, at age 50, learn basketball and be drafted by the NBA, but the odds are long against that, too.
What MIGHT happen is, in 20 years or so, he sends crew of younger, fitter people — people with engineering backgrounds who would have a chance of fixing problems as they occur. They might, as his employees, conquer Mars. Edmund Hillary conquered Everest as a subject of Queen Elizabeth 66 years ago, so by that standard, she’s won the race.