
The European Space Agency is fiddling with something called the "Don Quixote" mission. A satellite called Hidalgo will charge into an asteroid like Quixote at his windmill. A second satellite--friend Sancho of course!-- will measure any change that Hidalgo made in the asteroid's orbit.

Absolutely no one thinks it's a good idea to use explosives on a near-earth asteroid. Explosions cause fragments. Fragments mean even more of a chance of being hit by something. (Don't anybody tell the Texans; they like blowing shit up. And have you ever seen a Hoosier in a fireworks shop? Of course, Michigan-- we gave the nation Tim McVeigh and Andrew Kehoe the Bath city bomber -- has no right to throw stones.)
What was Hollywood thinking when it sent bombs to blow up asteroids in "Meteor", "Deep Impact", "Armageddon"? Oh, yeah, Hollywood and "thinking"-- I must be sleepier than I thought. (Isn't it kind of weird how B-movies now have A-movie budgets, but without a corresponding improvement in their scripts?)

Twenty years of plannng is a lot to ask from the short-attention span generation. Having grown up on Heinlein novels, I'm confident that human engineers could slap an asteroid away, but are humans politically capable of focusing our attention for such a project? "Depend on it, Sir," Dr. Johnson reassures me, "when a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully."
Short attention span: that's what we get for being primates. The Chinese call the monkey "the animal with a hundred hands", because he can never concentrate... what was I saying? Kipling has the last word on human and monkey society in "Road Song of the Bandar Log"from "The Jungle Books". Brother, Thy tail hangs down behind!



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