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Here’s my story from today’s paper, on how teachers will talk to children about the shuttle disaster.

Film Movement. “Film Movement is an innovative new film club that gives you unprecedented access to award-winning independent and foreign films. Finally you have the freedom to experience the best new releases whenever and wherever you choose.”
Join up and you get one indie DVD (hot off the festival circuit) mailed to you each month. An interesting way to get around the absence of quality art-house cinemas in most places. I’m sure some people would be interested.

Gregg Easterbrook (who has one of the truly odd job descriptions in journalism: liberal policy-wonk writer by day, cheerleader-happy football columnist by night) predicted the Columbia’s demise back in 1980. (At least if you’re a supporter of the tiles-did-it theory.)
Columbia must be fitted out with 33,000 of these tiles, each to be applied individually, each unique in shape. The inch-thick tiles, made of pyrolized carbon, are amazing in two respects. They can be several hundred degrees hot on one side while remaining cool to the touch on the other. They do not boil away like the ablative heat shieldings of capsules and modules; they can be used indefinitely. But they’re also a bit of a letdown in another respect — they’re so fragile you can hardly touch them without shattering them.
The tiles are the most important system NASA has ever designed as “safe life.” That means there is no back-up for them. If they fail, the shuttle burns on reentry. If enough fall off, the shuttle may become unstable during landing, and thus un-pilotable. The worry runs deep enough that NASA investigated installing a crane assembly in Columbia so the crew could inspect and repair damaged tiles in space. (Verdict: Can’t be done. You can hardly do it on the ground.)

Here’s the story I was working on yesterday, about how reentry is supposed to feel. I’m back at work today, too.

My job today was to track down some of the 100-plus astronauts who’ve flown on Columbia over the last two decades. (A few of them will show up in a story in tomorrow’s DMN.) I spent some time trying to track down a working phone number for Ken Bowersox, who’d gone up on Columbia twice (STS-50 and STS-73). For some reason, I just couldn’t get in touch with him.
Then on the way home, I realized why: He’s been on the International Space Station since November. I imagine he wasn’t waiting by the radio for my call today.

Didn’t I say, just hours ago, that I need a weekend?
I didn’t say I need a weekend of calling every astronaut in America in search of an interview.

Jesus. Another Challenger, right overhead.

I need a weekend. Thankfully, I hear one’s coming up.

A pet peeve of mine: stories that report someone has gotten in trouble for saying something insensitive — without saying what the comments were! Like this story on a Major League Baseball umpire who made an anti-Semitic remark. You have to go to another version of the story to find out what exactly he said.

FYI, I’ll be on TXCN live this afternoon at 4:20, then looping on tape throughout the evening.
Perhaps I’ll be loopy on something else entirely by then.
Emergency request: I’m supposed to go on a Cheap Date tonight. (For new readers: I write an occasional column for my employer detailing a night on the town that, for two people, costs less than 30 bucks.) But I’ve been too busy to plan. Anyone have any good ideas for a Dallas Cheap Date?