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Like the Scarlet Pimpernel...
Jun. 4th, 2004 04:24 pmIt seems I am everywhere at once, and up to my elbows in people who speak French (albeit none in any mood to guillotine me or any aristos, thank goodness). Life is good.
Yesterday, during the encapsulation of the spacecraft, the upper stage, and the adapter between the two, John P. took this picture of me with the hardware in the background:
Today, we were back at the pad to repeat the RF link check of two days ago. This time, everything went swimmingly well, and the parties agreed to meet again Tuesday to exchange paperwork (everything has a paper trail around here, including -- I suspect -- the paper trail).
After the work was done, my colleages asked me to inquire about the possibility of taking pictures, and were given a go-ahead as long as they didn't point their cameras out, toward the horizon in any direction, or down, toward the actual launch pad (as opposed to the general reference to the facility, this reference to "pad" denotes the actual hardware the rocket sits on prior to launch... it reminds me of the ironwork a pot sits on above a gas burner on a stove). So here I am, on a wind-swept platform 49.3 m above ground level:
Sergey Z. just popped in, saying there may be some wee-hours work tonight, which is always heartening. More later, as the opportunity presents itself.
Cheers...
Yesterday, during the encapsulation of the spacecraft, the upper stage, and the adapter between the two, John P. took this picture of me with the hardware in the background:
Today, we were back at the pad to repeat the RF link check of two days ago. This time, everything went swimmingly well, and the parties agreed to meet again Tuesday to exchange paperwork (everything has a paper trail around here, including -- I suspect -- the paper trail).
After the work was done, my colleages asked me to inquire about the possibility of taking pictures, and were given a go-ahead as long as they didn't point their cameras out, toward the horizon in any direction, or down, toward the actual launch pad (as opposed to the general reference to the facility, this reference to "pad" denotes the actual hardware the rocket sits on prior to launch... it reminds me of the ironwork a pot sits on above a gas burner on a stove). So here I am, on a wind-swept platform 49.3 m above ground level:
Sergey Z. just popped in, saying there may be some wee-hours work tonight, which is always heartening. More later, as the opportunity presents itself.
Cheers...
