Space and other frontiers

Brian J., as is his wont, offers this suggestion to NASA, totally free of charge:

If it’s planning on a Martian mission but it’s concerned about the conditions in small enclosed spaces for long periods of time and the effect on a person, NASA should just recruit young Manhattanites who might even pay for the privilege of doubling the size of their apartments to 300 square feet.

As I believe I’ve mentioned once before, my single-car garage measures out at 290 square feet. I don’t think I’d particularly want to live there. (It does have hot and cold running water, unless it’s below zero outside, but there’s only a small space heater.)





7 comments

  1. Francis W. Porretto »

    3 December 2011 · 2:11 pm

    I’ve known married couples who’ve lived for years in a space about the size of your garage, Charles. One such couple was a pair of well-to-do lawyers, at that. They claimed they didn’t feel at all confined or constricted. After all, there was always the roof! Yes, they were Manhattanites.

    I suppose there’s no accounting for tastes.

  2. Brian J. »

    3 December 2011 · 3:03 pm

    I used to watch a television program called Small Space Big Style which was pretty much about how Manhattanites lived in those tiny spaces.

  3. Musings from Brian J. Noggle » Blog Archive » Brainstorm of the Day »

    3 December 2011 · 3:12 pm

    […] UPDATE: Thanks for the links, Trog and Charles. […]

  4. Tatyana »

    3 December 2011 · 3:22 pm

    Didn’t you posted recently about the change-how-you-look-at-space? I.e.:
    in a big city (reminder: Manhattan is about 1/3 the size of Brooklyn, people!) your dwelling is not necessarily the space you spend all the time after- and before- work. So you go out and walk to cafe, to park, to library, to entertainment venues, to friend’s apartments, to gym, to spa. No need to have poor substitutes to all these functions within your own living space.

  5. CGHill »

    3 December 2011 · 3:53 pm

    I go back and forth on these matters, often propelled by the necessity to do something I wish I didn’t have to: fix something that’s broken, cleaning beyond the usual quotidian maintenance, that sort of thing. Could I live in a place like NYC? Well, yes, perhaps, if I had the bucks to support that sort of existence. But at this point in life, I’m not going anywhere unless I have someone going with me.

  6. CGHill »

    3 December 2011 · 3:56 pm

    I’ll freely admit that “Up on the Roof,” the Goffin/King song that was a hit for the Drifters in ’62, strikes a chord somewhere inside:

    When this old world starts getting me down
    And people are just too much for me to face
    I climb way up to the top of the stairs
    And all my cares just drift right into space

    And that song is pure New York: it could never have come from Albuquerque or Paducah.

  7. McGehee »

    4 December 2011 · 6:57 am

    Let alone Glasgow, Montana.

RSS feed for comments on this post