Cathy Seipp, a witty, insightful and lovely journalist (and someone who I would like to think a friend, based on the many parties of hers to which I was invited, and attended, one a Halloween party in her home) has been waging a valiant fight against inoperable lung cancer for several years (and for those wondering, no, she never smoked). Sadly, it looks like the battle is almost over, and not in her or her family’s favor.

Please extend your best wishes (and prayers, for those who do that) to them, and particularly her brave daughter (now in college) Maia. And as she says, contribute to the American Lung Cancer Society, and give an impounded dog or cat a home in her honor.

What kind of driver are you?

Though, actually, I’m not a full auto-bahner. I rarely drive that much over the limit (typically ten MPH at most) unless I’m way out in the middle of nowhere (like back roads in Nevada), and I get a speeding ticket about once every five years or so. But I’ve never used a radar detector, either, which probably would have helped.

I never accept a red rental car, though. I think they’re cop bait. I also avoid the left lane except for passing. I’ve only gotten one speeding ticket in the right lane (back in ’99). I think that cops look for speeders in the left lane.

I recall one incident many years ago, when I was going up to Princeton from DC for Gerry O’Neill’s funeral, with another spacer (who was an early L-5 member, but shall remain nameless to protect the guilty) in his rental car. He was a left laner, and I told him repeatedly that he was asking for a ticket, particularly since we were in Maryland, which is notorious in regard to ticketing speeders. Sure enough, he got pulled over.

I also recall seeing another space enthusiast passing us, and laughing when he saw who just got pulled over. Not to mention chiding him after the service. I accepted no responsibility whatsoever. I’d warned him.

What kind of driver are you?

Though, actually, I’m not a full auto-bahner. I rarely drive that much over the limit (typically ten MPH at most) unless I’m way out in the middle of nowhere (like back roads in Nevada), and I get a speeding ticket about once every five years or so. But I’ve never used a radar detector, either, which probably would have helped.

I never accept a red rental car, though. I think they’re cop bait. I also avoid the left lane except for passing. I’ve only gotten one speeding ticket in the right lane (back in ’99). I think that cops look for speeders in the left lane.

I recall one incident many years ago, when I was going up to Princeton from DC for Gerry O’Neill’s funeral, with another spacer (who was an early L-5 member, but shall remain nameless to protect the guilty) in his rental car. He was a left laner, and I told him repeatedly that he was asking for a ticket, particularly since we were in Maryland, which is notorious in regard to ticketing speeders. Sure enough, he got pulled over.

I also recall seeing another space enthusiast passing us, and laughing when he saw who just got pulled over. Not to mention chiding him after the service. I accepted no responsibility whatsoever. I’d warned him.

What kind of driver are you?

Though, actually, I’m not a full auto-bahner. I rarely drive that much over the limit (typically ten MPH at most) unless I’m way out in the middle of nowhere (like back roads in Nevada), and I get a speeding ticket about once every five years or so. But I’ve never used a radar detector, either, which probably would have helped.

I never accept a red rental car, though. I think they’re cop bait. I also avoid the left lane except for passing. I’ve only gotten one speeding ticket in the right lane (back in ’99). I think that cops look for speeders in the left lane.

I recall one incident many years ago, when I was going up to Princeton from DC for Gerry O’Neill’s funeral, with another spacer (who was an early L-5 member, but shall remain nameless to protect the guilty) in his rental car. He was a left laner, and I told him repeatedly that he was asking for a ticket, particularly since we were in Maryland, which is notorious in regard to ticketing speeders. Sure enough, he got pulled over.

I also recall seeing another space enthusiast passing us, and laughing when he saw who just got pulled over. Not to mention chiding him after the service. I accepted no responsibility whatsoever. I’d warned him.

I can’t believe I missed Oklahoma. I’m embarrassed, but I guess forty-nine out of fifty isn’t too bad.

[Via Paul Hsieh (who I beat by one)]

As a world-class procrastinator, I found this essay on the subject very interesting. At least, once I actually took the time to read it.

It has a lot of insights that seem obvious once you read them, but are brilliant nonetheless. Kind of like James Welles’ thesis on stupidity.

I dunno. To me, they all suck.

Could be.

Certainly, it’s very long in the tooth, and it lasted quite a bit longer than the age of battleships (the transition between the true was, arguably, abrupt, occurring on a quiet Sunday morning in Hawaii in early December 1941).

It will be interesting to see how new space capabilities start to trump conventional air power in the next few decades.

I just heard a Fox News half-hour announcer say “John C. Stennis has just left his home port…”

No. John C. Stennis “left his home port,” permanently, a dozen years ago. This news story was about a ship. It should have been read, “The John C. Stennis has just left her home port.” Yes, I know it sounds strange (particularly given how little gender-driven English is, compared to, say Romance languages or German), but that’s how it’s done.

The California citrus crop may be wiped out from the cold. I blame George Bush.