Rockets, Blimps, and Teeth

BECAUSE A STUPID FIRE ALARM IS GOING OFF, I COULDN’T PROOF READ THIS EVEN IF I WANTED TO.

WHICH I DON’T. ANYWAY…

A while back I made the offhand comment that “Paypal would fly you to space”, and what I was of course talking about there was that PayPal founder Elon Musk took the megamoney he made there and went on to found SpaceX. One of SpaceX’s vehicles is a rocket called the Falcon 9, which advertises a LEO lift capacity of 23,050 pounds (a hair over 10,000kg, or a little less than half the Space Shuttle, or a less than a tenth the size of America’s retired massive Saturn V rocket) and is their largest lift vehicle. More importantly perhaps, it is as I write this the most economical and competitive launch system (much to the chagrin of China’s Long March rockets which had hoped to compete). But what is that “cheap” price? The cost per full launch of the Falcon 9 is a minimum of $54 million, or over $5000 per kilogram to LEO. Frankly I am not impressed, but lets look a little closer at those costs.

First of all, the Falcon 9 is not currently reusable, and so can only be used once. SpaceX is naturally working to make the Falcon 9 reusable in the future because it should reduce launch costs. Elon Musk has said that with enough launches the cost per launch could be reduced by a factor of one thousand — which would be remarkable. Of course, he still has to pay off the $300 million in development costs on the Falcon 9, to say nothing of the costs of developing what sounds like a very expensive recovery procedure (the rocket uses a single engine to return to the launch site and lands bottom-down vertically after upper stage separation). I hope that happens, but it’s a difficult problem to solve, and until then, the cost stays at $54 million plus per launch. I was very interested to read that the kerosene and oxygen that the Falcon 9 uses is about $200,000 per launch. So only 0.3% of the cost is fuel — basically nothing. I find that shocking. But I suppose it’s not that different from a car — you spend $20,000 for the vehicle and then a few dollars to drive it a hundred miles. If you had to throw the car away at the end of every trip, either driving would cost a fortune. You’d have to either figure out a way how to reuse your car, or figure out how to build a car at a fraction of the cost.

It’s funny because in SpaceX’s brochure they describe their philosophy as “simplicity, reliability and low cost”, but even they admit that their production delays were caused by the enormous complexity of the project. Those of you (anyone?) who actually slog through these entries know that the 1962 Sea Dragon rocket which had launch costs at the low end of $59 per kilogram or $600 at the high end. Yet the best we can come up with today, sixty years later, is over $5000 a kilogram. Parts of the Sea Dragon design is similar to the Falcon 9 in that the first stage uses the same fuel mixture — kerosene and oxygene. However, the Falcon 9 uses a 3×3 cluster of nine SpaceX Merlin engines of 125,000 pounds thrust, whereas the Sea Dragon uses a ridiculously scaled up single massive 80,000,000 pound thrust engine. They did this not just for “true” simplicity, but also because from a cost point of view, it’s not significantly more expensive to build a big rocket engine than a small rocket engine — the raw materials are not the main cost. The entire Sea Dragon rocket is essentially just a big metal tube, built out of inexpensive sheet metal. Every cost is brought as low as possible, thus the term “Big Dumb Rocket” (which I’ve linked before).

As I mentioned, development work on the Falcon 9 was $300 million. The development cost of a similar engine, this one designed for 250,000 pounds of thrust (twice as big as SpaceX’s Merlin engine), including all testing was $60,000 (in 1966 dollars). Half of that was the cost of building the engine. The best part of the story, which I have to share, is how the engine was built:

“TRW farmed-out the fabrication of the engine and its supporting structure, less the injector that they fabricated themselves, to a “job-shop” commercial steel fabricator located near their facility . The contract price was $8000. Two TRW executives visited the facility to observe the fabrication process. They found only one individual working on the hardware, and when queried, he did not know nor care that he was building an aerospace rocket engine.”

The fuel tanks were fabricated not by some ultra-high-tech space contractor, like they are today, but by a commercial tank builder at a cost of a few dollars per pound of tank weight (a number which would be lower if done in-house of course).

It really drives me nuts. Low cost rocketry is very do-able. We’ve known how to do it since the sixties. And when I say “known how”, I do not mean theoretically like with Project Orion’s nuclear ships. I mean “known how” as in we built the technology and tested it. But as with all things that involved contracts between megacorporations and megagovernments, would they rather sell a rocket for $54 million, or would they rather sell a rocket for $250,000? I know we all know the answer. It really drives me nuts. I so badly want to see cities in space and when I look up at the moon I want it to look like the Earth at night, dotted with the lights of a thousand cities. Am I asking too much of humanity? It just seems to close, so possible, I feel like I can almost touch it.

Maybe my photoshopping is not so impressive but here is what the Earth looks like from the space station. After all, in my fantasy world if you don’t like the way the moon looks at night you can always just look at the Earth from the moon instead. I sure would like to live long enough to help make this a reality.

Everything I’ve mentioned so far in this entry is “down-to-earth” (pardon the inappropriate phrase) technology, but I did want to mention one other issue that’s a bit farther into the theoretical realm. But not so far that we shouldn’t have done it decades ago.

According to NASA, by the time the Shuttle has hit 1,000 mph (which it does in about a minute), it has consumed a million and a half pounds of fuel, or about a third of what it carries. After two minutes, the shuttle is up to 3,000 mph and the solid rocket boosters separate (each of which have over a million pounds of powdered aluminum and ammonium percolate). NASA has floated designs for maglev “rocket sled tracks” capable of accellerating a 500+ ton lift vehicle up to at least Mach 2, using — and this is very important — only currently existing technology. I’m not even talking about more abitious systems like the Star Tram or a Lofstrom loop which are capable of sled-launching cargo (including humans) into orbit using only the acceleration on the track. What I’m talking about is a simple launch assist system that we could build any day we will it. The cost of constructing such a launcher was estimated to be less than $100 million, or about a quarter of the $450 million average it took for a single Space Shuttle launch. I can’t wrap my head around why this wasn’t done. It really feels like a willful conspiracy to keep the costs as high as possible.

Not that willful conspiracies by the wealthy to defraud taxpayers is anything new. In fact, the historical record is such that I’d say that Occam’s razor pretty much demands it.

Finally, you may remember years ago I had a brief interest in the idea of lighter than air yachts, the notion of building luxury airships that would sit in the same market sector as yachts do today. So instead of taking your rich friends out on the sea, you’d go for a cruise over the rain forest, silently drifting fifty feet over the tree tops in a whisper-quiet electrically propelled and computer guided floating pleasure craft. I still think it’s a good idea. But it was brought back to mind when I saw pictures from a Russian 3D artist of a “vacuum ship”:

Blimps float because what they contain — helium generally — is lighter than the ambient air (just like hot air baloons float because the warmer air is the less dense it is). But what’s lighter than helium? The smart-alleck answer is “nothing”. “Nothing” as in literally nothing, as in a vacuum. There is nothing lighter than nothing at all.So that’s what this is. The problem we have is that a vacuum means that the totality of the surrounding atmosphere is crushing the chamber, and it’s extremely difficult to find a material that is strong enough to deal with those forces while still being light enough to float in the air. That said, his design is clever (and you could optimize it by floating a tensigrity balloon inside a geodesic dome) and might actually be more doable than he thinks (in the English translation you can see that he believes no suitable material exists).

Other than that as you can see I made some casts of my teeth (using fast-setting dental alginate to make the mold) to start building some prosthetics for fun. The neat thing is I can see the chips on the sides of my molars from when I bit my tongue barbells. I hate touching the stone/plaster material though, it feels like scratching a chalkboard. Speaking of, I don’t like touching chalk either. Hurts like crazy the way it stimulates the nerves. I’m not sure if everyone feels like that or not? The fire alarm in our building has been malfunctioning so Caitlin and I have had our sleep messed up a bit this week, plus we got food poisoning it seems when we ordered a pizza. Hopefully I am feeling better by Thursday because I’m getting tattooed.

AW FUCK THE ALARM IS GOING OFF RIGHT NOW!!!!!

ARRGHH! I’M GETTING TO HATE THIS BUILDING!

Something I made for lil’ Tony Stark

I did a test pour of pewter (so it’s not really “Iron Man”… more of a “Bismuth/Tin Alloy Man”) into the mold I made of a Lego mini-fig that I think turned out very nicely. I don’t know yet exactly what my plans are in terms of mounting (ie. necklace, keychain, whatever) and if I’m going to customize it, but I’m very happy with how the quality turned out. More pictures after the break.

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Movie Recommendation: THE DIVIDE

Caitlin and I went to see “The Divide” today, and even though it’s getting — to my great surprise — really bad reviews from weak-stomached film critics, I want to give it my whole-hearted recommendation. I’m a big fan of post-apocalyptic dystopian movies, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen one this bleak and hopeless and generally depraved and upsetting. I swear I was stressed out from the beginning to the end of the movie… there’s a real claustrophobic desperate anxiety that just never lets up and things just keep getting worse and the story descends deeper and deeper into the most awful nightmare. If you liked “The Road”, well “The Divide” makes it look like a feel-good Disney movie. It’s a start-to-finish crushing dirge that I recommend seeing in the theatre because I worry that at home you might not be as trapped in its depression and your natural urge to emotionally survive would push you into the happy corners of your home, far from the scenes it’s breaking you with.

So yeah, go see “The Divide”. You will regret it, but you will thank me for the recommendation.

In much, much, much happier news, I wanted to share with you, with his permission, this amazing tattoo that my friend Karsten in Germany got of my “Owl’s Adventure” painting (which is currently hanging at Badur’s, and you can also get it as a shirt). I like that the artist laid in the yellow sun without an outline. Really love how it turned out!

Also in the pleasant news category, before we left for the movie we released the sparrow that we’ve been nursing back to health. As soon as we opened the roof on his prison-house he happily flew off, did a couple loops, and landed in a nearby tree. He looked great and it was a real joy to know that the effort paid off. I actually think it’s the first time that I’ve nursed a wild animal back to health and then released it into the wild (if you can even call Toronto “the wild”), and I have to say that it is a wonderful feeling. And seriously, if I had watched “The Divide” and not had anything wonderful in my day to offset it, I’m pretty sure I’d be slitting my throat right now.

Sparrow Mission Successful

I’m happy to say that after a week or two of being cared for by Caitlin and I — not that we did much, we just made him a “bird sanatorium” in a giant cardboard box with some fresh water and birdseed — that our sparrow seems to be completely healed and back to normal. When I brought him in, he had a severely damaged wing and leg and couldn’t stand, fly, walk, or even hold his head up straight. We were pretty sure that he was not only fatally wounded but also brain damaged. But I’m able to report that he’s walking normally and quite able to fly and can hold his head normally and seems to have typical bird behavior. It was still “fall weather” when we brought him in, and since then it’s a lot colder and there’s snow on the ground. The weather is supposed to be much warmer tomorrow, so we’re going to let him go in the morning. Figure that will lessen the shock since he’s been in a warm space for a while — and tonight we’re putting him near the garage door so he’ll start cooling down. Definitely nice news though, we did not have our hopes high that this would be a successful rescue, but it seems to have been.

Other than that I have just started remaking the mold for the two women’s size skull rings a few minutes ago, and while I was at it I also cast a lego guy for fun (the head is double-sided if you’re wondering why it looks backwards). Not sure what my plan is with that, but now I can cast metal lego guys if I want. I did some clay pre-work on the mounting holes so he should actually mate to plastic lego normally. I might also take the product of this mold and carve it a bit and then re-mold the result. We’ll see. It was mostly so that any excess silicone from making the ring molds wouldn’t go to waste. It’s not cheap stuff so I hate having it go to waste.

We have been watching season two of the special effects make-up show Face-Off so I think perhaps now I may make myself some acrylic teeth for fun since Caitlin is off at a friend’s baby’s first birthday party. I’ve been meaning to do that for a long time, and my jaw keeps falling off my head which is shockingly and acutely painful for hours until it settles back into the joint, so I need something to distract me from that. I have always been able to dislocate my jaw at will (which makes a quite horrible noise that seems to deeply disturb those that hear it) and it’s never been painful, but since the muscles in the area started dying they don’t seem to be able to hold the joint together properly any more, mostly on the right side of my face. The same thing happens with my hip, ankle, and knee joints — if I stay in one position for long (if I’m reading or sleeping for example), the joint seems to loosen and separate, which hurts like crazy and is quite a sharp pain as well (whereas I’d describe the muscle pain as “dull”). I imagine from a diagnostic or treatment point of view it falls into the TMJ category of disorder, even though I’m quite certain it’s cause is the main genetic muscle disease. Either way in some ways it’s the worst pain yet because it’s so acute and because it’s so conceptually close to my mind I think.

By the way, the main reason that I bother writing this stuff down is not to share it or to complain, and I’m definitely not looking for feedback — it’s actually been a very useful diagnostic tool in tracking the progress of my issues. I’d actually urge anyone with a progressive disease to keep some sort of a journal, public or not. It’s quite hard to answer questions like “when did this problem start” precisely, especially years after the fact, so having a written and dated record gives your doctors a level of precision that can be extremely helpful. Memory is not as objective as one would like, whereas my blog posts don’t automatically edit themselves retroactively based on my current emotion. Although when I look at some of the embarrassing things I’ve written from time to time, sometimes I wish they would, hahaha!

Yes, I’m ashamed to say we watch reality tattoo TV

Caitlin and I have been watching the various tattoo reality shows on TV, which currently means NY Ink (featuring Ami James formerly of Miami Ink), and Spike’s Dave Navarro hosted Ink Masters, which is sort of a “Top Chef” or “Project Runway” of the tattoo world. Ink Master actually kind of stands out as a show because it has a lot of talent (you can see the cast bios and portfolio samples here) on it competing for the $100,000 prize. Except for one unfortunate guy that goes by “B-TAT“. We are literally talking scratcher-level stuff. I have no idea how they expected him to hold his own against the other artists, many of them top of their game. For example, the first challenge was tattooing a skull (of your own design — you could do anything you wanted as long as it was skull-themed) on a pig carcass. Here is the piece of junk that he did:

I wish I was pulling your leg but I’m not. It’s embarrassing, a tattoo artist that’s completely incapable of drawing a skull. I mean, the average child can draw better than that. It’s nuts. It became clear that he was one of these people that can’t draw at all but decided to become a tattoo artist anyway, with the reasoning that the job is mostly tracing (and admittedly it can be — there are many “tattoists” that can lay down a solid piece of flash but can’t draw an original creation to save their life). The second challenge, which was also the first elimination challenge and the one that got him kicked off the show, was a little better but it was still crap. The challenge was to do a cover-up, and he did some foo dog flash (while it seemed like everyone else drew their own custom work) with no changes of his own thrown in. Here’s how that went:

It might not be totally obvious in the photo but the tattoo is completely chewed up and will probably heal poorly, to say nothing of the horribly inconsistent linework (look at the curves and curls), incompetent symmetry, horrible shading, and so on. This guy wouldn’t even be a good tattoo artist in prison.

We’re suckers for reality TV here, I’m sorry to admit, so I’m sure we will keep watching the show. But it does have potential. There are one or two duds remaining to be kicked off, but beyond that, I’d feel confident recommending almost everyone competing to friends looking for a tattoo artist. We’ll see how the “drama” aspect of the show evolves. I suspect that some of them — “Al Fliction” springs to mind — may end up being more embarrassed about their behavior than “B-TAT” was of the tattos he did.

I could also fill pages snarking about Ami James. First of all his so-called “old school” behavior toward his employees is completely reprehensible in my opinion, but given the level of tattooing he does, he’s in no position to be judging (or teaching) others. He’s capable of doing a solid, black-outline, flat traditional tattoo that would have been acceptable in the mid-nineties, but he’s way out of his league in the modern tattoo world and doesn’t seem to be improving. For example, on a recent show a woman came in wanting a custom tattoo of butterflies all over her back. Here’s what he did to her:

I truly hate slagging someone’s tattoos, especially when they have a “deep” emotional meaning or purpose for the wearer, and I’m not going to say it’s an outright crap tattoo, but I will say that it’s a lazy, uninspired, sloppy, poorly thought out, badly laid-out tattoo that is way below the calibre of what people should expect these days. Like I said, this is a tattoo that you’d get from a street-level shop in 1995. Caitlin sums Ami up in one word — “mediocre”. However, he starts ever episode saying that his vision is to have his shop and his artist roster be not just the best in the city, but the best in the world. Tattoos like this are not going to get it to such a level. In fact, they’ll keep it from ever getting there. I feel aweful saying that, I hate being mean to people. But Ami doesn’t seem to have any trouble dishing out criticism on his apprentice, so maybe I am only the truthful voice of karma.

Other than that I had a disquieting day. I was sleeping in the front room of our studio rather than upstairs in the bedroom loft because the stairs are unneccessarily unpleasant. Normally I am an early riser but somehow today I slept until 10:30 and I would have slept longer had Caitlin not woken me up because she was leaving for work. Since then I’ve had a pounding headache, which on one hand is rare for me, but on the other hand I have been having them more often lately, feels like all the time. I can actually barely type and keep misspelling words, more like shuffling the letters into a randomized order, and keep pressing the spacebar in the middle of words. It helps a bit when I close my eyes to type oddly. Maybe I’m imagining that, but I am definitely not imagining how much my head hurts. And I’m sweating like crazy, gross, I know. Still feel dizzy, mentally tired, disoriented, confused, and… well… you know, here’s how I don’t feel: I don’t feel like complaining. So enough of that. Hope I make it through another night, because I still have a lot to do.

I also made a gigantic 16,200×8,400 pixel collage of my paintings and uploaded it to the custom fabric printing site Spoonflower and ordered a couple of yards. I think we’re going to make big floor pillows out of it or something. Not sure. But it’s inexpensive enough to justify the experiment. If it turns out nicely I may do some more with it. I’m also slowly chugging away on some software that converts my WordPress blog (or anyone’s I suppose) into big journals suitable for on-demand printing. I’m looking forward to turning my blog into a book. I was actually thinking that someone should write a Facebook app that at the end of the year takes all the photos you uploaded that year, arranges them into a scrapbook with people’s comments and all that, uploads it to an on-demand print company, and sends you this awesome yearbook. I’m sure there are millions of people who’d absolutely love to have that sort of 21st century photo album. Maybe this already exists. If it doesn’t, maybe I should write it… Unfortunately I have more good ideas than time.