Friends Only Journal
Due to snooping corporate HR droids who think that they can make hire/fire decisions based on someone's non-business, personal activities, this journal has been made FRIENDS ONLY. If you know me, email me and say "hi!" and we'll mutually friend each other
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I must say, that all of the entries of yours which I have read, all indicate a bright, productive individual, enjoying/suffering typical upper-middle-class, domestic family life, in all its' bliss/horror. Like 98 percent of the american population, including low spots (sometimes, whole _months_ seem like low spots) and the occasional moments of triumph, and the rare, rare moments of realisation of Contentment, the revelation of which seems to come from out of nowhere.
Today, the primary product of NASA is National Prestige. No matter what the tangible components are, no matter what the stated mission is, NASA exists only so long as it makes America Proud. The moment it becomes apparent that there is no reason for pride in having a NASA, when the public eye sees just another government agency spending money, its value to the nation and its place in the budget are going to diminish greatly.
NASA can't afford black eyes. Femme Astronauts feeling scorned or threatened by potential sexual rivals, acting out desperate scenarios with lurid details, are going to make HR managers go the extra mile to seek and winnow out ticking timebombs.
You are no timebomb. If anything, NASA needs administrators - I should say _more_ administrators - like you; It is just not possible that there are not other folks like you in that organisation, at various levels, hopefully some in the administration level who can dream as grandly, and possess the Vision.
Dr. Jerry Pournelle and Larry Niven and Karen Anderson (Pohl Anderson's widow) have all now been to furry cons. I spent most of Saturday at FC with Jerry, and watched as he grew more and more amused, and absorbed in the whole atmosphere of it, taking every opportunity to take pictures and ask questions. He had the opportunity to become quite jaded as he saw more and better fursuits, finally marvelling at the Manticore suit worn by Aeto, and was totally stunned to discover that the suit was made by Lance Ikegawa, the God of Fursuit Creation. What was so stunning was, Jerry _KNOWS_ Lance - sees him typically once a week or so, been to dinner at each others' houses, both fanciers of siberian huskies - and Jerry had NO IDEA that Lance was associated with Furry Fandom, let alone the role he plays.
Dr. Pournelle likened the event to being immersed in a living cartoon, and had good fun, seeing something...Novel, and yet familiar.
We ARE winning Hearts and Minds.
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