By Reid Collins on 4.16.02 @ 12:44AM
A ticket to the stars that orbit just above our bloody planet.
The world too much with us? Too much Jenin, Sharon, Powell,
suicide, and semiticide?
Then on a clear evening, after sunset, look up. You will see
steady stars crossing the twilight, most west to east, some pole to
pole, all put there by man and for a variety of reasons. Some are
top secret, monitoring emanations from suspect regions with a
discreet capacity that boggles the mortal mind. There are dozens of
privately-owned satellites designed to provide worldwide
communication. Many of these have brought grief and bankruptcy to
the pioneering enterprises that put them up there, for space, like
broadband communication, is a difficult environment economically as
well as physically. Farther out, revolving at the earth's
rotational speed and hence standing still, the great relays that
send television pictures with digital clarity into thousands of
homes. And one special point of light, the ISS, the International
Space Station, moves generally west to east. Aboard it are human
beings, living, working, wondering, for months at a time.
The shuttles and soyuz spacecraft that take earthlings to and
from the station lift off virtually unnoticed now and return
anonymously, back-page stories. Recently a human interest element
leaped to the front page. Barbara Morgan will be assigned to a
shuttle mission sometime in 2004, after the Space Station has been
completed. She was the backup to Christa McAuliffe, the teacher
killed with six crewmates in the Challenger explosion 16 years ago.
After a teaching stint in Idaho, Morgan, now 50, entered astronaut
training and though her flight may involve some public relations,
teaching from space, she will pull a regular shuttle shift as a
mission specialist. Her launch will of course be sadly reminiscent
and all the horror of the Challenger's 70 seconds of flight will be
replayed ad nauseam.
There are others in the wings who may beat Morgan there. They
plan to fly to the space station for money. Lance Bass of the pop
group *NSYNC has been in Russia for medical screening as a space
tourist, courtesy of RadioShack Corp. Having already completed her
medical check is Lori Garver, a former NASA official now a private
consultant. Neither has yet nailed down flight deals with the
Russians, who extracted a reported 20-million from the first space
tourist, the American Dennis Tito. The Tito flight was a hassle
between then-NASA administrators and the cash-starved Russians. The
purists of NASA objected to a private passenger when the station is
still under construction, but to no avail.
Partly because of the Tito flight, NASA and its fifteen
international space station partners have hammered out a new set of
ground rules about who can go. A nine-page document sets out
criteria that will require would-be space travelers to sign the new
ISS Crew Code of Conduct, which prohibits, among other things,
flights that might be motivated by financial gain. Perhaps a little
late. RadioShack has already filmed one commercial aboard the
station and while a NASA astronaut aboard was not allowed to appear
in it, his two Russian cosmonaut colleagues did.
Most of the Code is designed to spell out who will not be
welcome aboard: drunks, drug addicts, people who belong to
organizations any of the fifteen members are suspicious of or
embarrassed by. Taliban officials, thus, need not apply; one of the
banned categories includes "the notoriously disgraceful."
It'll be comforting on that starry evening to look up and know
that the gleaming star that moves from horizon to horizon, sunlit
above the darkening earth, contains no one notoriously disgraceful.
Especially when we return our gaze to the activities of our
earthbound fellows who obviously know nothing of the space
code.
topics:
Television, Environment, Russia