Stephen Hawking Rises from His Chair
Katherine Mangu-Ward | March 2, 2007, 2:16pm
Stephen Hawking is planning a warm-up
for the flight he has booked on Virgin Galactic in 2008 or thereabouts.
He'll be sampling a little bit of zero gravity next month:
Hawking,
surrounded by a medical entourage, is to take a zero-gravity ride out
of Cape Canaveral on a so-called vomit comet, a padded aircraft that
flies a roller-coaster trajectory to produce periods of weightlessness.
He is getting his lift gratis, from Zero Gravity, a company that has been flying thrill seekers on a special Boeing 727-200 since 2004 at $3,500 a trip.
Peter H. Diamandis, chief executive of Zero G, said that "the idea of
giving the world's expert on gravity the opportunity to experience zero
gravity" was irresistible.
More on Hawking's prospects for private space travel--and yours--here.
James Anderson Merritt | March 2, 2007, 5:02pm | #
Before Modest Mouse, before Peter Schilling, and even pretty much simultaneously with Elton John, there was Harry Nillson:
"Spaceman"
Bang, bang, shoot em' up, destiny
Bang, bang, shoot em' up to the moon
Bang, bang, shoot em' up one, two, three
(One, two, three, four!)
I wanted to be a spaceman
That's what I wanted to be
But now that I am a spaceman
Nobody cares about me
Hey mother earth
Won't 'cha bring me back down
Safely to the sea
But 'round and around and around and around
Is all she ever say to me
I wanted to make a good run
I wanted to go to the moon
I knew that it had to be fun
I told 'em to send me real soon
I wanted to be a spaceman
I wanted to be, so bad
But now that I am a spaceman
I'd rather be back on the pad
Hey mother earth
Won't 'cha bring me back down
Safely to the sea
But 'round and around and around and around
Is just a lot of lunacy
(Yeah!)
'Round and around and around and around and around
(So bring me back down)
'Round and around and around and around and around
Safe on the ground
Hey mother earth
Won't 'cha bring me back down
Safely to the sea
But 'round and around and around and around
Is all she ever say to me, yeah
You know I wanted to be a spaceman
That's what I wanted to be
But now that I am a spaceman
Nobody cares about me
Say, hey! You mother earth
You better bring me back down
I've taken just as much as I can
But around and around and around and around
Is the problem of a spaceman
(from "Son of Schmillson," 1972)