Is Lance Bass’s space trip over? Not quite yet, according to his spokesperson, but the Russians seem to be sizing up a cargo unit in his stead. Perhaps he should take up a collection from N’Sync fans the world over.
Tag: Space
Star Power.
NASA finally goes ga-ga over Lance Bass. “What’s exciting about this is getting a creative person up there,” said Duane Carey, a space shuttle pilot and father of two teens. “Maybe some songs or some poetry or some type of inspiration can come out of it.” Um, I think it’s great that Bass is getting a chance to pursue his dream, but let’s not get ridiculous here. We’re not sending W.H. Auden or Bob Dylan into space…heck, we’re not even sending John Tesh. Expecting anything more than “Girl, you knock me outta this world!” from Bass is just wishful thinking.
Phew.
The asteroid noted here last update will miss Earth in 2019, although it may be coming back circa 2060.
It’s the size of Texas, Mr. President.
Astronomers find a possible collision course asteroid hurtling toward us. Target date: 2.1.2019.
Didn’t they see Outland?
A three-day conference in Houston argues for a return to the Moon as an integral first step in Martian exploration.
NSync Nspace.
Apparently NSyncer Lance Bass has negotiated a deal to become the youngest person ever in space. As I’ve said before, if I had that kind of disposable income, I’d probably be trying to do what he’s doing. Bully for him.
Religion in the void.
An Israeli astronaut attempts to figure out how best to observe Shabbat in space. (Via Looka.) Just think how complicated it’ll get when we start orbiting other stars.
Paradigm shift.
Atomic clocks in space might prep the way for post-Einstein revisions to the laws of physics.
3,2,1 Contact.
NASA gears up for an increased emphasis on astrobiology.
Backstreet’s back…in space?
Speaking of which, Backstreet Boy Lance Bass has medical clearance to be the third tourist in space, at a price of $14-20 million. Y’know, if I was in a boy band, I’d spend my money exactly the same way. Update: N’SYNC…Bass is in N’Sync. My bad, y’all.