Phoenix landed in my back garden? 
So you live in California? 
(Seriously, there are areas nearby here which look very much like that.)
So, the Phoenix is a bird that lives, dies in a ball of flame, and then arises reborn from its own ashes. What happens if the wind blows the ashes away? These are the sort of things that occupy a great deal of my thoughts.
djm
Possibly there are more than a few places on Earth that look not so different from that picture. 
… which goes to prove we never made it to the Moon. These digital conspiracies are much more convincing than the analog Moon landings.
Actually it landed in Spain 
I haven’t looked but does NASA have the feed up so you can see psuedo real time?
edited: I just looked and yes they do
These are great.
You know, something that really fascinates me is the possibility of a manned mission to Mars. I’m interested in what obstacles would have to be overcome to get people there alive and bring them back. Not the least of which is the LONG, LONG round trip in what would, out of necessity, have to be a pretty tight space. How to best spin the thing to create a little artificial gravity to keep people reasonably healthy and fit. How to deal with the psychological/sociological problems. Tight, tight living with others. Boredom. The knowledge that the odds of not making it are huge. The paradox of moving at an incredible speed but having it feel and look like you’re just hanging in space. I wonder if it’ll ever happen.
How long would it take?
I think there are now thought to be serious radiation
problems in outer space, by the way.
Launch Date: Aug. 4, 2007
'bout a very long pregnancy
That’s what I understand, a year, maybe a little less to get there. Several months mission on the planet. A year to get back. A lot of unmanned missions first to install hardware and supplies.
One proposal:
Oh, dear. Just reading that gave me an anxiety attack. I’m sitting here nauseous, flushed, and trying desperately to suppress some really vivid claustrophobic OH MY GOD! I’M TRAPPED IN THIS BOX AND I CAN’T GET OUT! feelings.
Thanks, dude.
Don’t watch the film “Sunshine”.
Oh yeah. Sorry. I’d be nuts. In fact, the last time I flew on a commercial airliner, maybe 6 months ago, I had that reaction. We were still on the ground waiting to taxi out. Every seat filled, I had a middle seat. The pilot comes on and says “Folks, we’re going to have to sit here for awhile. The tug has broken down and we have to wait for another one to get to us.” And, I feel that “I’M TRAPPED IN THIS BOX AND I CAN’T GET OUT!” thing. I was thinking…I have to, at the minimum, get out of this seat and walk up and down the aisle and that’s not allowed right now and it’ll be really embarrassing. And then I was thinking, no, I have to tell the stewardess that I’m going to go nuts and they have to let me out. I tried to push myself down into the book I was reading and that didn’t work. The only thing that saved me was that there was still a bit of daylight left and I could see out the window and just sort of mentally PROJECTED myself out of the window and had myself sort of levitating outside the plane and over the tarmac. Once we were moving I was moderately ok. Of course, now I’m primed for my next flight.
Anybody know a good psychologist?
So, I’m thinking I’d get screened out of a Mars mission. On account of being claustrophobic. And not that smart. And out of shape/overweight. You know, details.
Went to that Smithsonian air and space museum thing in D.C. recently and I was looking at the interior of one of the crafts–I can’t remember if it was Mercury or Gemini–and I’m like…What. What. What. The. Hell. No. No. I mean you talk about tight. Spam in a can, as the Mercury astronauts were reported to have said.
And another thing. The only reason the Mercury capsule had a window was because the astronauts insisted.
Marshall Brain (of HowStuffWorks.com and the new National Geographic
Channel show “Who Knew? With Marshall Brain”) once suggested a very
odd solution to the problems of the Mars trip… ditch the astronauts’ bodies
and send only their brains: