Could some one please explain to me why going to the Moon is once again cool? Yesterday NASA announced plans return to the moon by the year 2018 with a cost of just over $108 Billion. Some would call that a steal, I’m not one. I’m still from the school of thought that we should figure out amongst other things, the cure for the Common Cold before returning to the Moon. I’m not even sure what the point of returning is.

NASA Administrator Michael Griffin said gave the following reason during the announcement:

One goal of future moon missions will be to learn how to “live off the land,” using the hydrogen and oxygen from water ice as well as other compounds from the lunar soil to make rocket fuel and other “consumables” necessary for long-term space missions.

I thought we had more to worry about back down on Earth than just “living off the Moon Land”.

I attempted to update this site last night but I couldn’t seem to get a connection since then my iBook has taken a massive shit and I might lose everything. In other words I had a great post written about my fishing adventure but it won’t be added until (and if) I get my iBook back. This on top of the fact that the HDTV is in the shop.

When wonderding aloud via e-mail which went into the Wilderness, Thoreau or Emerson, this was the response that I was looking for:

‘Twas Thoreau my good man…

Maybe your recent weekend excursion at the crick and hopefully knowing that merely 10 days w/o those items cannot emasculate you will allow this meaning to delve a bit deeper:
“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.”

~from “Walden”

Because remember, “We do not ride on the railroad; it rides upon us.”

This was a cool phenomenon back in 1999 but in the Post 9/11 world (ok that was a little overkill but everyone uses the term and I just wanted to take a shot) it’s become pretty lame. How many times do I have to go to a site which I read daily/weekly and find a horribly written, poorly thought out, lame April Fools’ joke? How many times? By the second sentence you know it’s bogus yet the brilliant author continues to go on for another 4 paragraphs. This is such a played out gimmick.

Information Super Highway my ass.