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Via space.com, another story about cool goings-on in commercial spaceflight: Skydiver Leaps from Stratosphere in “Space Jump” Practice.

Baumgartner is gearing up for an even bigger leap — his so-called “space jump” — from 120,000 feet (36,576 m) this summer. The current record for highest-altitude skydive is 102,800 feet (31,333 m), set in 1960 by U.S. Air Force Captain Joe Kittinger.

Baumgartner hopes his attempt will also set several other marks. He is chasing the record for longest freefall (estimated to be about 5 minutes and 30 seconds from 120,000 feet), and he hopes to become the first person to break the speed of sound during freefall.

Not that I have any desire to skydive – much less space jump – but this looks cool as all get-out. It’s been speculated as one potential adventure-tourist possibility for suborbital spaceflight (pretty sure Armadillo Aerospace‘s project specifically has that in mind).

Can’t Get There From Here

At least not in this kind of style. Not yet. We obviously have a long way to go before the kind of technology speculated about in Perigee comes to fruition. Aerospace geeks might remember the X-30 “National Aerospace Plane” project from the Eighties; it never got off the ground (literally) but still led to ways around some important technological barriers. Roger Launius writes about it here.

And just for grins, he also speculates about going a little ways beyond low Earth orbit. Hang on to your seats. Continue reading “Can’t Get There From Here”

Brazen Blogger Bait

This review, among other reasons, is why I’m a Sarah Hoyt fan even though I’ve yet to read her novels. Yeah, yeah, I know…but there hasn’t been a lot of time for reading other people’s work until very recently. I’ve likewise heard really good things about Ric Locke’s Temporary Duty and need to get off my @$$ and download a copy. I can only hope that Perigee merits similar praise from other writers at some point.

It’s immensely gratifying to read a traditionally published novelist who is not afraid to give a shout-out to an indie author. We could use a good deal more of that. It bugs me that associations like ITW and SFWA are closed to indie writers, except for an “associate” membership. In SFWA’s case, we appear to be shut out entirely. And judging by some of her other posts, maybe it’s just as well.

I get that there has to be some kind of standard, otherwise any schmuck who can pound out 300 pages of gibberish and have his first-grader cobble together a cover would be sharing equal status with names like DeMille, Preston and Child. But considering the rapidly-changing publishing landscape, shouldn’t there be some minimum sales threshold that would allow indie authors into the Cool Kid’s Clubs? Pick a number, it doesn’t matter to me…5,000? 10,000? And I would totally get excluding giveaway copies. That’s a marketing tactic, not a career plan.

A friend of mine who’s been quite successful in the Christian SF market once told me that the large majority of novels don’t sell more than about 1,500 copies.

Well, guess what? I’ve already passed that mark, and it doesn’t include the free promos used to goose sales on Amazon. Maybe I’ll just have to go and form my own club. As indie writers, we have a special responsibility to ensure our work is every bit as good as what comes out of the New York collective.

Assuming your book is worth reading, as writers we are all competing for readers in two fundamental ways: Name Recognition and Price Point. As a new indie author I have exactly zip in name recognition, which leaves me with pricing. This can be a tremendous advantage since it’s entirely under my control. I can respond to market trends much faster than any of the Big 6 ever could. But I can’t stress enough that we must put out Big 6-quality work, otherwise the indie revolution will end up being just another bubble.

I’m confident that a free market will sort that out. Nobody wants to buy crap, even for 99 cents.

It kills me to let Perigee go so cheaply, but that price seems to keep it moving. It won’t make me rich, but it has kept my own title listed among the ranks of Konrath, Clancy, and King. And right now, that’s pretty much ball-game. Build a reputation from the first book, and a career from all the rest.

EU Death Watch, Part Deux

The EU continues its descent into Monty Python-esque self-parody.

In what must be the live-action adaptation of the invincible Captain Euro, here’s some lame propaganda an ode to Europe’s superior negotiating skills.

If you think the heroine is about to go all “Kill Bill” on these scary ethnic bad guys, guess again. These are the same people who learned absolutely nothing from Neville Chamberlain, after all.

As they say, you can’t make this stuff up.

Serf’s Up

Some thought-provoking…thoughts, on our current state of affairs from National Review. Think you’re a free citizen of a government that exists for the will of the people?

Think again, silly person. Come see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help! I’m being repressed!

UPDATE: Think I’m exaggerating? Here’s a story about a private dinner in Nevada that was broken up by party-crashers from the health department. Yes, it was a very big party. So what? It was a private “farm-to-fork” dinner…i.e., organic. Makes you wonder how many partygoers may be reconsidering their ballot choices.

Hat tip: Samizdata.net

They’ll Take My Les Paul…

…when they pry it from my cold, dead hands!

Reason TV reports on last summer’s raid by jackbooted thugs Federal agents on the Gibson guitar factory, in which armed law enforcement shut down the plant, confiscated about a half-million bucks worth of product, and as of yet refuses to charge the company or return the property.

The best part? It’s for supposed violations of Indian law (as in the actual country, and not native Americans). Anyone who thinks this isn’t political is fooling themselves.

Wonder what Les Paul himself would think? Looks like we may already have the answer:

Why I’m Such a Space Geek

Wicked cool stuff like this, for starters:

The upper reaches of the atmosphere are still not as well understood as the rest underneath. That’s because while it may technically be “space”, there’s still too many trace molecules to orbit any satellites up there, and sounding rockets can only peek at it for a few minutes at a time. As civilian suborbital flights become more routine, expect us to find out a lot more about the fringes of our atmosphere.

And though what’s “out there” is fascinating, I’ve always been much more interested in the big noisy machines we use to get there. Which is also why I dabble in high-power rocketry (I say “dabble” because we only get out to launch maybe once or twice a year). Here’s my own version of the Black Brant X sounding rocket seen in the photo above:

At about 1/3 scale, it’s a little over 5 feet tall. This was launched in southern Ohio, near the WV border. The sound of that motor echoing off the foothills made it all the more impressive. This is a small rocket compared to some of the stuff I’ve seen at club launches.

Time to Buy that Tin Foil Hat

Stories of Aurora sightings have been around the web almost since before there was a web. Most of them have been relegated to the category of Bigfoot hunters or UFO stalkers outside Groom Lake (Area 51 to those of you who only know about it through Discovery Channel).

But when an editor of Flying magazine posts a story about another “donuts on a rope” contrail sighting, it tends to get my attention. But I think he’s wrong, and have to wonder if it wasn’t put out there as troll bait. It probably would’ve made a better April 1st story, if youknowhutImean. Continue reading “Time to Buy that Tin Foil Hat”

PERIGEE in Paperback

It took a lot longer than I’d planned on, but that’s how it goes. The important thing is that Perigee is finally out in dead-tree format.

Interested readers can find it at the Createspace e-store and get it for $9.99 with this discount code: XCFJYUVC

An updated edition of the e-book is also available from Amazon, changes include a table of contents and a couple of minor formatting corrections.

Reviews are still overwhelmingly positive, which makes me grateful beyond words. My favorite so far: “A real barn-burner!”