Read and heed RealErmine's advice.
If you thought ballistic missile defense was tough, try doing theater-level air defense. The operating environment is a lot busier.
Climb into your wayback machine for this one, because ERINT was the name for the program that became PAC-3. It was already an obsolete term seven years ago. I knew there was a reason I hanging onto old glossaries!
Yes, diabetes is becoming an enormous problem, however, the problem is not fatty foods by themselves. It is the combination with extraordinary amounts of carbohydrates, particularly sugars, which is doing us in. Americans consume more than 10 times as much sugar as they did 100 years ago. Much of that sugar is in the form of high fructose corn syrup, which to make matters worse, contributes less sweetness per calorie to foods than does ordinary cane sugar.
Soldiers with swords in hand, to the walls coming, Horsemen about the streets, riding and running, Sentinels on the walls, "Arm! arm!" a-crying, Petards against the ports; wild fire a-flying.
Chorus: When cannons are roaring, And bullets are flying, He that would honour win, Must not fear dying.
Trumpets on turrets high, they are a-sounding, Drums beating out aloud, echoes resounding, Alarm bells in each place, they are a-ringing, Women with stones in laps to the walls bringing.
Chorus
Captains in open fields, on their foes rushing. Gentlemen second them with their pikes pushing. Engineers in the trench, earth, earth, uprearing. Gunpowder in the mines, pagans up-blowing.
Chorus
Portcullis in the ports, they are down-letting. Burghers come flocking by, to their hands setting, Ladders against the walls, they are uprearing. Women great timber logs to the walls bearing.
Do I have a story for you... I'm a ditto, too. Apparently my father had no real intention of doing anything but naming me after himself. The problem was the doctor: he would NEVER sign a birth certificate that had the name "junior" on it. He said the poor son was usually stuck trying to either live up to, or live down, his father's name. So my dad stuck "II" on as a suffix....and there's another guy with my name out there. I found him while Googling. I haven't written him to find out if we have the same middle name.
This thread just makes me think of this song, and in particular this more extreme version of it, that I first read in "Blood on the Risers" (very good Vietnam war memoir, BTW) Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic
"Is everybody happy", cried the Sargeant looking up. Our hero, feebly answered "Yes!", and then they stood him up. He jumped right out the open door, his static line forgot, He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus: Gory, gory, what a Helluva Way to Die! Gory, gory, what a Helluva Way to Die! Gory, gory, what a Helluva Way to Die! He ain't gonna jump no more.
He counted loud, he counted long, he waited for the shock. He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop. He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out, but wrapped around his legs, He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome. The lines were snarled and tied in knots around his skinny bones. The canopy became his shroud, as he hurtled to his death. He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
The days he lived, and loved and laughed, kept running through his mind, He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind. He thought about the medics and he wondered what they'd find. He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
The ambulances were on the spot, the jeeps were running wild. The medics jumped and screamed with glee. They rolled their sleaves and smiled. For it had been a week or more since last a chute had failed, He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT". His blood went spurting high. His comrades then were heard to say, "A helluva way to die". He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore, He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
There was blood upon the risers, there was brains upon the chute. Intestines were a dangling from the paratroopers boots. They picked him up, still in his chute and poured him from his boots. He ain't gonna jump no more. Chorus
Yes, very close indeed to a "Brilliant Pebble", although I don't think it was quite so small nor did it do video, but was intended to stick to IR sensors.
I wonder what kind of dV this little guy can kick out with?
Let's look at this on its own merits.
This is really cool and could lead to great stuff. Imagine doing on-orbit inspection, repair, refueling and upgrades to other satellites!
Partial Orbital Elements for the ISS: Semi-major axis: 6763km (alt. ~392km, or 250mi) inclination: 51.55deg
Orbital data for SS (from press release): Altitude: 178mi inclination: 39deg
So, we have a LOT of altitude to make up and an orbital inclination change of 12.55 deg is going to take a LOT of oomph! (a 1deg change of inclination costs you fuel equal to 9% of your mass). At first glance, that just wouldn't work. Not the nice analysis you were looking for, but it seems like a waste of effort.
Yes! Another fan on/. !! There were a lot of very/.-worthy topics on that show.
http://epguides.com/YesMinister/guide.shtml
"Big Brother": Sir Humphrey tries to stall when Jim decides to introduce privacy safeguards into the government's national computer database.
"The Death List": Jim leads a fight to toughen up the guidelines for electronic surveillance until he learns he's on the death list of a terrorist group currently under investigation.
"The Tangled Web":Sir Humphrey has to decide if he will support the PM or inform Parliament when Hacker denies knowledge of a wiretap authorized by his office without his knowledge.
I thought there was also an episode about identity cards, but don't have my dead-tree copies of the series here.
2-11 GHz? That's all over the S and X bands! Anybody remember the story about U.S. destroyers and cruisers visiting a port in Australia and all the garage doors going crazy?
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Read and heed RealErmine's advice. If you thought ballistic missile defense was tough, try doing theater-level air defense. The operating environment is a lot busier.
It's a boost-phase system.
Timelines are SHORT.
There's no time to scramble anything.
ABL is intended to be on-station constantly.
Climb into your wayback machine for this one, because ERINT was the name for the program that became PAC-3. It was already an obsolete term seven years ago. I knew there was a reason I hanging onto old glossaries!
Yes, diabetes is becoming an enormous problem, however, the problem is not fatty foods by themselves. It is the combination with extraordinary amounts of carbohydrates, particularly sugars, which is doing us in. Americans consume more than 10 times as much sugar as they did 100 years ago. Much of that sugar is in the form of high fructose corn syrup, which to make matters worse, contributes less sweetness per calorie to foods than does ordinary cane sugar.
Soldiers with swords in hand, to the walls coming,
Horsemen about the streets, riding and running,
Sentinels on the walls, "Arm! arm!" a-crying,
Petards against the ports; wild fire a-flying.
Chorus:
When cannons are roaring,
And bullets are flying,
He that would honour win,
Must not fear dying.
Trumpets on turrets high, they are a-sounding,
Drums beating out aloud, echoes resounding,
Alarm bells in each place, they are a-ringing,
Women with stones in laps to the walls bringing.
Chorus
Captains in open fields, on their foes rushing.
Gentlemen second them with their pikes pushing.
Engineers in the trench, earth, earth, uprearing.
Gunpowder in the mines, pagans up-blowing.
Chorus
Portcullis in the ports, they are down-letting.
Burghers come flocking by, to their hands setting,
Ladders against the walls, they are uprearing.
Women great timber logs to the walls bearing.
Chorus
Do I have a story for you... ...and there's another guy with my name out there. I found him while Googling. I haven't written him to find out if we have the same middle name.
I'm a ditto, too. Apparently my father had no real intention of doing anything but naming me after himself. The problem was the doctor: he would NEVER sign a birth certificate that had the name "junior" on it. He said the poor son was usually stuck trying to either live up to, or live down, his father's name. So my dad stuck "II" on as a suffix.
This thread just makes me think of this song, and in particular this more extreme version of it, that I first read in "Blood on the Risers" (very good Vietnam war memoir, BTW) Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic
"Is everybody happy", cried the Sargeant looking up.
Our hero, feebly answered "Yes!", and then they stood him up.
He jumped right out the open door, his static line forgot,
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus: Gory, gory, what a Helluva Way to Die!
Gory, gory, what a Helluva Way to Die!
Gory, gory, what a Helluva Way to Die!
He ain't gonna jump no more.
He counted loud, he counted long, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop.
He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out, but wrapped around his legs,
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
The lines were snarled and tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, as he hurtled to his death.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
The days he lived, and loved and laughed, kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medics and he wondered what they'd find.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
The ambulances were on the spot, the jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee. They rolled their sleaves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a chute had failed,
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT". His blood went spurting high.
His comrades then were heard to say, "A helluva way to die".
He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore,
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
There was blood upon the risers, there was brains upon the chute.
Intestines were a dangling from the paratroopers boots.
They picked him up, still in his chute and poured him from his boots.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus
Yes, very close indeed to a "Brilliant Pebble", although I don't think it was quite so small nor did it do video, but was intended to stick to IR sensors. I wonder what kind of dV this little guy can kick out with?
Let's look at this on its own merits. This is really cool and could lead to great stuff. Imagine doing on-orbit inspection, repair, refueling and upgrades to other satellites!
Partial Orbital Elements for the ISS:
Semi-major axis: 6763km (alt. ~392km, or 250mi)
inclination: 51.55deg
Orbital data for SS (from press release):
Altitude: 178mi
inclination: 39deg
So, we have a LOT of altitude to make up and an orbital inclination change of 12.55 deg is going to take a LOT of oomph! (a 1deg change of inclination costs you fuel equal to 9% of your mass). At first glance, that just wouldn't work. Not the nice analysis you were looking for, but it seems like a waste of effort.
There were a lot of very
http://epguides.com/YesMinister/guide.shtml
"Big Brother": Sir Humphrey tries to stall when Jim decides to introduce privacy safeguards into the government's national computer database.
"The Death List": Jim leads a fight to toughen up the guidelines for electronic surveillance until he learns he's on the death list of a terrorist group currently under investigation.
"The Tangled Web":Sir Humphrey has to decide if he will support the PM or inform Parliament when Hacker denies knowledge of a wiretap authorized by his office without his knowledge.
I thought there was also an episode about identity cards, but don't have my dead-tree copies of the series here.
An even better site:
http://www.tvheaven.ca/ypm.htm
2-11 GHz? That's all over the S and X bands!
Anybody remember the story about U.S. destroyers and cruisers visiting a port in Australia and all the garage doors going crazy?