Australia - Lost in Space
Jeff Kingwell (Cooperative Research Centre for Satellite Systems) and
Philip Young (National President, National Space Society of Australia).
Wednesday 28 July, 1999, 7-9pm
It's 30 years since that famous moon-booted
footstep. What's been happening to the space business since then? In
particular what has Australia been doing in space and has it been it
`the right stuff'? What roles do business, governments or the UN have
in space? Would `terraforming' other planets be ethical? What about
mining asteroids? Space tourism? And what everyone wants to know - where
is the money to be made in space?
These and other questions will be tackled
by our two spaced-out speakers for the evening, Jeff Kingwell (Cooperative
Research Centre for Satellite Systems) and Philip Young (National President,
National Space Society of Australia).
And to introduce you to them:
Philip Young
Philip's passion for space began at the age of seven, when he stood
in the back yard of his home in Wentworth Falls trying to hear Laika,
the world's first doggonaut, bark. This interest was confirmed when
his parents were informed that he was just taking up space in his junior
secondary years at Katoomba High School, and further reinforced by his
final-year physics teacher at Normanhurst Boys High School who recognised
that there was a deep vacuum where his mind dwelt.
Armed with a degree in physics from
the University of Sydney, Philip embarked on a career as a jazz musician
which he abandoned when his bass motifs were revealed. He spent time
on the buses but, since he was a bad conductor, this job is not current.
For the last seventeen years he has been working in the computer industry
and is at present Partner Development Manager for Sun Microsystems.
Philip joined the National Space Society
of Australia in 1993, has held various chapter and national positions,
and is currently the Society's National President.
Philip's poem
They say your fate is in the stars,
they put it in the papers,
Or charge you two-and-six to hear about tomorrow's capers.
Ten thousand thousand folk will part with money just to see
The future that the heavens reveal through aster-ol-ogy.
The toilers in astronomy and space
are forced to bid
For meagre research grants and find it hard to make a quid.
It seems unjust that those who work to know what's really there
Are valued less than those who pose but really speak hot air.
Yet truth is strange and comes from
places that you'd least expect -
The mouths of babes, the utterances of some cult or sect.
It's not our fate but will that takes us to the Moon and Mars,
And if we make it so our destiny is in the stars.
Jeff Kingwell
Jeff Kingwell first revealed his anomie by reclining, from an early
age, on suburban car port roofs looking at the stars and planets. He
compounded this anti-social behaviour by proclaiming a wish, from year
nine, to become a research astrophysicist, an ambition he has been comprehensively
unable to attain.
Once embarked on this deviant tendency,
Jeff got part way to the stars through a career as a meteorologist.
Contrary to popular belief, however, astrology plays no role in modern
weather forecasting, at least in the version that he practised.
Gratified by the enthusiastic public
interest and immeasurable support for atmospheric science, Jeff reasoned
that this could only improve as the altitude of one's work increased.
Also, he sought a quiet life. He therefore commenced a career as a manager
of space projects. After about thirteen years he thinks there is quite
a bit of space in Australia, really.
Jeff's 'pome'
Space is big, isn't it?
Australia too
Must be a connection somewhere
Dreamtime skywatchers
Earliest navigators
Oz was first, again
Desert rockets
Better than bombs
But was it for us, really?
Moonsteps
Heard here quickest
Oz first, again
Ozzies in space
Pretty expensive fare
Who pays the ferrymaster?
Rupert, the world's greatest
Space investor
Oz first, again
Lots of spacers
Think we've dropped out
Oz last, again
But you can't built much
With wingeing
Our space future is before us.
© Kingwell 99.
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