All the value is now above the connectivity layer
More quotes from supernova:
The first way is controlled by the phone companies
The second by the cable companies
The third way is controlled by the celluar companies
All these monopolies are trying to find ways to control and integrate all the value (and all the money) that is moving up the stack in the new applications that are emerging.
The fourth way is wireless, 802.11. It is not controlled by anyone, and because it's the only first mile that hasn't been controlled by these monopolies that's why so much innovation has taken place there: it is because 802.11 is the only completely open standards based platform...."
All this gives me hope for the efforts of e164
and Free networks
to further innovation.
I'm listening to the world change
, almost overnight. "Spectrum is the rocket fuel for future innovation"
Hmm (mixidia - phonetic search) just came up in the conversation...
Listening in on the supernova conference
I'm listening into the keynotes
from the supernova conference. I couldn't get in as press - but now I've got the best seat in the house -
my office in my house. It's better than being there - I've got my cat on my lap, my irc connection to work, a hyperfast server doing a compile, a fresh cup of coffee, and I'm smoking, and I have some music playing in the background....
Telling quotes: "The sales of IP based PBX has surpassed the sales of conventional PBXes"... "the capacity of the data networks today is now three times that of the conventional phone network"....
And "It is difficult to be doing the innovation in the VOIP industry when the bottom three layers of the stack are controlled by infrastructure companies opposed to the innovation in the first place...  Do not underestimate the powers of the infrastructure owners to spoil the party".
Some stunning footage of SpaceShipOne's launch event
has posted some of the best footage of the SpaceShipOne launch and landing I've seen yet. It's at: http://www.damer.com/pictures/events/04-06-SpaceShipOne/index.html
I wish I'd a been there, instead of blogging. Next time, or the time after, I'll be in the desert cheering the X prize contestant on. There looks to be plenty more launches yet to come! Greg's
editing down his footage now. He asked me to post a link to the .avi, then he decided to take a short walk to think about the bandwidth he's going to lose.
Since I just got slashdotted for the first time ever!, I blatantly steer you, new reader, towards Why I care about space
and how enthusiastic I am (and you should be) about asteroid exploration
Hope to see y'all at the next Asteroid Appreciation Day
party, Feb 29th, 2008... and at the next launch of an X Prize spacecraft.
Labels: asteroids, spaceship one
10 minutes til separation from the mother ship
: "It looks like something Buzz Lightyear would fly! It's circling overhead, there's a chase plane - it has to get to 50000 feet, and go off to the east a little bit, and then they light that candle. There's less people here than I expected, given the media coverage. It was t-shirt weather at dawn, looking forward to the "splashdown party"....
The launch is being covered by CNN live, for the first time in years I am wishing I had a tv.... Hell, I'm thinking of banging on my neighbor's door....
there is a streaming media feed
but it's saturated, and worse, it's wrapped in a internet exploder wrapper that is totally unessessary - the base url is: http://live.channel6.us:8082 - but I haven't heard a peep of sound from it and the images are downloading really slow - I think all this public slashdotting came as a surprise to everyone...
God I hate countdowns. Gonna go bang on my neighbor's door....
On friday Bruce Damer
told me about today's planned launch of SpaceShipOne
out of the Mojave desert. We talked about the failure of the rotaryrocket company - there was no way they could ever build the engine, there was no gimbals, no means of controlling the ship
- and we talk about how beautiful and elegant Rutan's design
is in comparison - he tells me that the government is finally seriously considering using prize money to privatize and incent business to finally Get us OUT THERE
- and all I can think of is:Oh Damnable Hope
He tells me: he's taking an RV, that Jerry Pournelle
, & the old contact crowd - will all be there. I blogged later that day about it... and spent the weekend in a obsessive state - I obsessed about VOIP, about work, about everything but what was really bothering me....
put together an expedition to drive down there, he invites me, I refuse - "I have work to do", he leaves at 7, I take a nap and figure out why I don't want to go.
And at 10 , Elf and Claire
called me - Elf's like, "let's go to the desert, dude - the launch is all over the TV" and all I can think of is that I already lost my chance, not just hours before, when greg left for the Mojave, but in 83, or in 86... It seemed so long ago that my heart was filled with hope again for the space program, that a shuttle tile graced my stove
in proof of faith, in proof that others shared the same faith.
I finally have a grip now. on what's been gripping me all weekend. Dread
I had figured that no-one but the contact crowd cared about the Space X prize - but the media has the spin on this one right - it's the first manned american space launch since the Columbia went up in smoke
, the first true private
spaceflight and there are 555 news articles on google
People are flooding into the Mojave desert to see with their own glistening eyes a new single combat warrior take on the heavens, filled with their own hopes of maybe having sex in space one holiday or pulling up stakes and moving out to the asteroids....
It's 1:00AM now. I can't sleep. I write a long fantasy to my tuscany lover - but end that more awake than ever. So I pack up Tom Wolfe's "The Right Stuff" and Chris Kraft's "Flight", and carry some OJ and some rum down to my outside office. My cat follows me and jumps into the spare chair. I turn the heat on... tune into Radio paradise
(they are playing Weem -
"Freedom of choice is what you got
Freedom from choice is what you want."
and then kicks into David Bowie - "The man who sold the world" and I can't help thinking about The man who sold the moon
"When I was a kid practically nobody believed that men would ever reach the Moon. You have seen rockets all your lives, and the first to reach the Moon got there before you were a young boy. When I was a boy they laughed at the idea.Hope
"But I believed--I believed. I read Verne, and Wells, and Smith, and I believed that we could do it--that we would do it. I set my heart on being one of the men to walk the surface of the Moon, to see her other side, and to look back on the face of the Earth, hanging in the sky.
"I used to go without my lunches to pay my dues in the American Rocket Society, because I wanted to believe that I was helping to bring the day nearer when we would reach the Moon. I was already an old man when that day arrived. I've lived longer than I should, but I would not let myself die . . . I will not!--until I have set foot on the Moon."
. No choice for me but to start looking for some station, some internet channel that will carry the launch live in the morning. No choice but to ride it out, to write it out, to smoke endless pipefuls of tobacco, and to hold a vigil by myself until the launch at dawn.
Maybe I'll get some work done. Maybe I'll finish a piece I've been stuck on. Maybe.Rutan can't fly his ship himself
. He had a heart attack years ago, like Delos D. Harriman
, that keeps him on the ground.
I light two candles, one for SpaceShipOne, the other for it's mother ship, White Knight, and I light a third candle for all the fallen angels - and for Rhysling
, but the flame sputters and goes out. I spend time missing my guitar
I hate countdowns. Just hate them. Oh, this ship uses rubber as fuel and laughing gas as oxidizer
and I have to smile at the thought of that, but I read each breathless article on news.google.com, breathlessly -
Greg's probably there right now, taking comfort in the companionship of those that can still face a dawn like this with anticipation, and hope, not dread. Maybe they are all hanging out in an RV, feeling that sense of wonder that I only rarely feel anymore, drinking drinks, seeing the stars up close and personal....
My cat can't walk through walls
, but she jumps in my lap, and butts her head against my arm, making it tough to type, being warm.
I lean back, stroking her, wishing I was stroking someone else, holding someone else, doing anything else but waiting through the night, with my cat. I wish I was waiting for the launch at dawn with greg, paul, burt, bruce, jerry - with the thousands in the desert that all share in the shards of the magnificent dream.
"There is an enormous hunger to fly in space and not just to dream about it." said Rutan, yesterday - and that's the hunger I feel now, not the hunger for sleep, the endless unslaked hunger for space I've had ever since I was 4.
Maybe the last 20 years of missteps into space end today, maybe the next 25 years will see the surge of humanity into space that I thought was inevitable when I was growing...
Oh, I can hope, and maybe, now (at 5:00 AM), I can sleep.
Labels: space, spacecraft, spaceship one