This has been a week of Deep Thoughts ®. Bear with me.
Conversation Of The Week
Sensing that I’m a friendly person – or perhaps that pesky, Go Ahead, You Can Say Anything To This One sign was flashing on my forehead, again – the stranger behind me in the checkout line begins chatting with me while she unloads her cartful of groceries. I had just a few items, including a bag of son K’s favorite cookies, which she commented on (“I didn’t know they came in mini-size!”). She hefted a 10 lb. bag of potatoes onto the scanner belt, followed by several other fresh vegetable items, and began to complain about the produce selection at the “new store.”
Woman Whom I’ve Never Seen Before: “I was really disappointed at the produce selection at the new store. There’s hardly any variety in vegetables – nothing like here.”
Me: “The new store?” I assumed she meant that a new franchise of the supermarket chain she and I are in has opened. “I didn’t know they’d built another one.”
WWINSB: “Yeah, the new store.” She paused, anticipating the light of recognition in my eyes that never appeared. “You know the one. It’s right by where I live.”
Me (as sweetly and patiently as humanly possible): “I have no idea where you live.”
WWINSB: “Right by the new Wal-Mart.”
We were not in a Wal-Mart.
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Fess up. Neither you nor I nor the rest of the world, I bet, have ever seen someone actually flying by the seat of their pants. For some reason, this is bothering me.
I’ve a general awareness of the definition of the idiom (“to proceed or work by feel or instinct, without formal guidelines), and also that it has several origin stories, including, no surprise, an anecdote from the early days of aviation.
But that story doesn’t help to explain the images that come to mind or are implied when that expression is employed.
Does that mean that you are able to fly by, what, flapping your pants’ seat? Or, is it that the seat of your pants is flying, as are you, and you are flying “by” (in formation, alongside, or proximity to) the seat of your pants…in which case, if your pants are flying by themselves then you are flying pants-less, and the wind-chill factor is likely to do a number on your noonies.
Yeah, I know: A mind is a terrible thing to waste.
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Department Of My Brain Hurts
Some of my questions/thoughts were addressed or at least acknowledged…but not fully answered, IMHO…by my buddies, Neil and Bas. The issues facing the successful, long-term survival of colonists do not, to me, seem to be primarily those which will be solved  by engineers and – oh, I love the chance to type this – rocket scientists. The main obstacles of establishing and maintaining a colony on Mars would seem to be psychological and sociological. Some of my concerns include:
* What kind of person volunteers for a no-return trip? Are you going to end up with a ship (and then colony) full of highly intelligent, scientifically and technologically literate, highly motivated…sociopaths and misanthropes? I know there will be psychological/personality testing up the wazoo for any volunteers…and I also know that highly motivated and highly intelligent and highly manipulative people can figure out how to beat those tests.
* Establishment of a long-term or permanent colony brings up the dilemma of how the colony members will be replenished: by continuing trips from earth, or via reproduction? Humans evolved to live in social groups; most people instinctively crave the love and support of family life, want to pass on both their genes and their experiences, and find pleasure in raising children. If you assume that people will do what people will do and plan to let nature take its course…will nature even be able to find a course? Can humans, who evolved on earth, even reproduce in different gravity environments, and what will happen with pregnancy and fetal development?
* Humans are humans. If you don’t send already established couples to the colony, there will be competition/jealousy when it comes to the finding a mate issue. Also, the pickings, initially, will be slim. Will the desire or need for reproduction (to keep the colony going) rule out sending gay male scientists and explorers? 
* If/once you have a colony rug rat or two, ay yi yi. How can you give a child a normal life without endangering the colony and/or driving both the parents and the child insane via the need for constant vigilance? It’s one thing if little Marina kicks a soccer ball through the neighbor’s plate glass window, quite another if she inadvertently takes out a solar panel or other crucial piece of equipment.
* The most important question of all: will I live to see any of this?
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Department Of This Is What Happens When You Talk Loudly Next To A Blogger
Aka, With Friends Like These, Who Needs Lunch Dates?
After my Qigong class at the community college I treated myself to lunch at a nearby pasta restaurant. Two women in their mid-to-late sixties were seated at the table next to me, and I had no problem catching parts of their conversation about a friend of theirs who had bailed out on their lunch invitation.
Friend #1: I probably shouldn’t say this…
(But of course, she does.)
Friend #1: I know there is such a thing as migraines, but sometimes I think she just doesn’t want to get out of bed.
Friend #2: “Well, that’s her problem.”
Friend #1: “She takes one or two prescriptions, but she won’t take the prescriptions that the doctor gives her.”
Friend #2: “So why bother going to the doctor?”
Friend #1: “That’s what I told her. She said she doesn’t want drugs, she only (#1 sniffs disdainfully) wants ‘natural stuff.'”
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Department of Great Movie Lines
One of the greatest (IMHO) pieces of movie dialogue consists of only one word. Oh, but what a word. A Golden Scroll from the Department of Cultural Literary ® if you can remember  where this one comes from:
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May you never have your lunchtime gossip chitchat recorded by a stranger;
May your flights by any kind of pants be safe and turbulent-free;
May we all live to see a (human) Mission to Mars…
and may the hijinks ensue.
Thanks for stopping by. Au Vendredi!
 And I believe the mechanics of getting people to mars and housing and feeding them while they are there will be solves.
 Gay women can still conceive and bear children.
 Hint: no.