alexpgp | A good scare...

In between other things, I fired up my VAIO to look for some of the data files I'd copied from my desktop and could not find them! This was bad enough, but I distinctly remembered doing so, which only made my suffering worse. As I began to figure out a way to coordinate with Drew to get the files to me from my laptop, I did one last search on the VAIO.

And found the files, in a new directory I'd created while transferring data. Good news, but also an indication that my travel checklist will need a few tweaks to help me manage details.

* * *It's good to be back at JSC after such a long interval, and even more refreshing to have found an organization where changes in security procedures appear, to my mind, to make sense. (With all due respect to those charged with public safety, prohibiting airline passengers from having nail clippers or cigarette lighters on their person when flying seems a rather poor way to spend limited resources. What allowed individuals to commandeer aircraft while brandishing box cutters was a policy of public complacency that had been carefully cultivated by government types for decades, but I digress...)

Everthing went smoothly until I visited the simultaneous interpretation facility around the corner from the Moscow Support Group, over toward where the Mission Management Team holds its meetings: the room is mostly bare, which means that either the function is no longer performed at JSC (doubtful, yet possible), or it is being done from some other place. Seeing the mostly empty room kind of hit me between the eyes like a swung 2x4, as I am one of the original space-to-grounders, and helped design the facility.

Duty calls.

Cheers...