Spaceman: An Astronaut's Unlikely Journey to Unlock the Secrets of the Universe

Spaceman: An Astronaut's Unlikely Journey to Unlock the Secrets of the Universe

by Mike Massimino
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Spaceman: An Astronaut's Unlikely Journey to Unlock the Secrets of the Universe by Mike Massimino

HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED what it would be like to find yourself strapped to a giant rocket that’s about to go from zero to 17,500 miles per hour? Or to look back on Earth from outer space and see the surprisingly precise line between day and night? Or to stand in front of the Hubble Space Telescope, wondering if the emergency repair you’re about to make will inadvertently ruin humankind’s chance to unlock the universe’s secrets? Mike Massimino has been there, and in Spaceman he puts you inside the suit, with all the zip and buoyancy of life in microgravity.
Massimino’s childhood space dreams were born the day Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon. Growing up in a working-class Long Island family, he catapulted himself to Columbia and then MIT, only to flunk his first doctoral exam and be rejected three times by NASA before making it through the final round of astronaut selection.
Taking us through the surreal wonder and beauty of his first spacewalk, the tragedy of losing friends in the Columbia shuttle accident, and the development of his enduring love for the Hubble Telescope—which he and his fellow astronauts were tasked with saving on his final mission—Massimino has written an ode to never giving up and the power of teamwork to make anything possible. Spaceman invites us into a rare, wonderful world where science meets the most thrilling adventure, revealing just what having “the right stuff” really means.

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101903568
Publisher: Crown/Archetype
Publication date: 09/12/2017
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 107,814
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Mike Massimino served as a NASA Astronaut from 1996 until 2014 and flew in space twice: STS-109 on space shuttle Columbia in March 2002 and STS-125 on space shuttle Atlantis in May 2009 – the final two Hubble Space Telescope servicing missions.  Mike became the first human to tweet from space, was the last human to work inside of Hubble, and set a team record with his crewmates for the most cumulative spacewalking time in a single space shuttle mission.  Mike has a recurring role as himself on The Big Bang Theory; appears regularly on late night talk shows, news programs, and documentaries; and is a much sought after inspirational speaker.  He received his BS from the Columbia University School of Engineering, and his two MS’s and Ph.D. from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT).  He currently lives in New York City where he is an engineering professor at Columbia and an advisor at the Intrepid Sea, Air, and Space Museum.

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P R O L O G U E
 
 
A Science Fiction Monster
 
            On March 1, 2002, I left Earth for the first time. I got on board the space shuttle Columbia and I blasted 350 miles into orbit. It was a big day, a day I’d been dreaming about since I was seven years old, a day I’d been training for nonstop since NASA had accepted me into the astronaut program six years earlier. But even with all that waiting and planning, I still wasn’t ready. Nothing you do on this planet can ever truly prepare you for what it means to leave it.
            Our flight, STS-109, was a servicing mission for the Hubble Space Telescope. We were a crew of seven, five veterans and two rookies, me and my buddy Duane Carey, an Air Force guy. We called him Digger. Every astronaut gets an astronaut nickname. Because of my name and because I’m six feet three inches, everybody called me Mass.
            Ours was going to be a night launch. At three in the morning, we walked out of crew quarters at Kennedy Space Center to where the astro van was waiting to take us out to the launchpad. This was only the second shuttle mission since the terrorist attacks of 9/11,and there were helicopters circling overhead and a team of SWAT guys standing guard with the biggest assault rifles I’d ever seen. Launches had always had tight security, but now it was even more so. Digger was standing right next to me. “Wow,” he said, “look at the security. Maybe it’s a 9/11 thing.”
            I said, “I don’t know. I think they’re here to make sure we actually get on.”
            I was starting to get nervous. What had I signed up for? I could swear that one of the SWAT guys was staring at me—not at potential terrorists, but right at me. It felt like his eyes were saying, Don’t even think about running for it, buddy. It’s too late now. You volunteered for this. Now get on my bus.
            We got on and rode out to the launchpad, everything pitch-black all around us. The only light on the horizon was the shuttle itself, which got bigger and bigger as we approached, the orbiter and the two solid rocket boosters on each side of that massive rust-orange fuel tank, the whole thing lit up from below with floodlights.
            The driver pulled up to the launchpad, let us out, then turned and high-tailed it out of the blast zone. The seven of us stood there, craning our necks, looking up at this gigantic spaceship towering seventeen stories high above the mobile launcher platform. I’d been out to the shuttle plenty of times for training, running drills. But the times I’d been near it, there was never any gas in the tank, the liquid oxygen and liquid hydrogen that make rocket fuel. They don’t put it in until the night before, because once you add rocket fuel it turns into a bomb.
The shuttle was making these ungodly sounds. I could hear the fuel pumps working, steam hissing, metal groaning and twisting under the extreme cold of the fuel, which is hundreds of degrees below zero. Rocket fuel burns off at very low temperatures, sending huge billows of smoke pouring out. Standing there, looking up, I could feel the power of this thing. It looked like a beast waiting there for us.
            The full realization of what we were about to do was starting to dawn on me. The veterans, the guys who’d flown before, they were in front of me, high-fiving each other, getting excited. I stared at them like Are they insane? Don’t they see we’re about to strap ourselves to a bomb that’s going to blow us hundreds of miles into the sky?
            I need to talk to Digger, I thought. Digger’s a rookie like me, but he flew F‑16 fighter jets in the Gulf War. He’s not afraid of anything. He’ll make me feel better. I turned to him, and he was staring up at this thing with his jaw hanging down, his eyes wide open. It was like he was in a trance. He looked the way I felt. I said, “Digger.”
            No response. “Digger!” No response. “Digger!”
            He shook himself out of it. Then he turned to me. He was white as a ghost.
            People always ask me if I was ever scared going into space. At that moment, yes, I was scared. Up to that point I’d been too excited and too busy training to let myself get scared, but out there at the launchpad it hit me: Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. This was really dumb. Why did I do this? But at that point there was no turning back.
            When you’re getting ready to launch, you have this big rush of adrenaline, but at the same time the whole process is drawn out and tedious. From the bottom of the launch tower, you take an elevator up to the launch platform at ninety feet. You make one last pit stop at a bathroom up there—the Last Toilet on Earth, they call it—and then you wait. One at a time, the ground crew takes each astronaut across the orbiter access arm, the gangway between the tower and the shuttle itself. You can be out on the platform for a while, waiting for your turn. Finally they come and get you, taking you across the arm into a small white room where they help you put on your parachute harness. Then you wave good-bye to your family on the closed-circuit camera and go in through the shuttle hatch. You enter on the mid-deck, where the crew’s living quarters are. Up a small ladder is the flight deck. Neither is very big; it’s pretty cozy inside the shuttle. Four astronauts, including the pilot and commander, sit on the flight deck for launch. They get windows. The remaining three sit on the mid-deck.
            Once you’re inside, the ground crew straps you in. They help you affix your helmet to your orange launch and entry suit. You check your oxygen, check your gear. Then you lie there. If you’re on the mid-deck like I was there aren’t any windows, so there’s nothing to look at but a wall of lockers. You’re there for a few hours waiting for everything to check out. You chat with your crewmates and you wait. Maybe play a game of tic-tac-toe on your kneeboard. You’re thinking that you’re going to launch, but you can’t be sure. NASA’s Launch Control Center will cancel a flight right up to the last minute because of bad weather or anything questionable with the spaceship, so you never really know until liftoff. Once it’s down to about an hour, you glance around at your buddies like, Okay, looks like this might actually happen. Then it gets down to thirty minutes. Then ten minutes. Then one minute. Then it gets serious. With a few seconds left, the auxiliary power units start. The beast that terrified you out on the launchpad? Now that beast is waking up. At six seconds you feel the rumble of the main engines lighting. The whole stack lurches forward for a moment. Then at zero it tilts back upright again and that’s when the solid rocket boosters light and that’s when you go. There’s no question that you’re moving. It’s not like Oh, did we leave yet? No. It’s bang! and you’re gone. You’re going 100 miles an hour before you clear the tower. You accelerate from 0 to 17,500 miles an hour in eight and a half minutes.
            It was unreal. I felt like some giant science fiction monster had reached down and grabbed me by the chest and was hurling me up and up and there was nothing I could do about it. Right after we launched, I realized that all the training we’d had on what to do if something went wrong during launch—how to bail out, how to operate the parachutes, how to make an emergency landing—I realized that all those years of training were completely pointless. It was just filler to make us feel okay about climbing into this thing. Because if it’s going down, it’s going down. It’s either going to be a good day or it’s going to be a bad day, and there is no in-between. There are emergency placards and safety signs all over the interior of the shuttle, telling you what to do and where to go. That stuff is there to give you something to read before you die.
            After about a minute, once the initial shock passed, this feeling came over me. I had a sensation of leaving. Like, really leaving. Not just good-bye but adios. I’d been away from home before, on vacations and road trips, flying out to California, going camping in East Texas. But this time, my home, this safe haven I’d known my whole life, I was leaving it behind in a way that I never had before. That’s what it felt like: truly leaving home for the first time.
            It takes eight and a half minutes to make it into orbit. Eight and a half minutes is a long time to sit and wonder if today is going to be the day you get it. You can’t say much because your mic is live and you don’t want to get on the command say anything stupid that might distract people. It’s not the time to try to be clever. You just keep lying there, looking at your buddies, listening to the deafening roar of the engines, feeling the shuttle shake and shudder as it fights to break out of the Earth’s atmosphere. You get up to three g’s for about two and a half minutes at the end and you feel like you weigh three times your body weight. It’s like you have a pile of bricks on your chest. The whole thing can be summed up as controlled violence, the greatest display of power and speed ever created by humans.
            As you’re leaving the Earth’s atmosphere, the bolts holding you to the fuel tank blow. You hear these two muffled explosions through the walls of the shuttle—fump! fump! —and then the fuel tank is gone and the engines cut and the whole thing is over as abruptly as it began. The roar stops, the shuddering stops, and it’s dead quiet. All you hear are the cooling fans from some of the equipment gently whirring in the background. Everything around you is eerily, perfectly still.
You’re in space.
            Once the engines cut and you’re in orbit, the shuttle’s no longer accelerating. Your perception is that you’ve come to a complete stop. You’re moving at 17,500 miles per hour, but your inner ear is telling your brain that you’re perfectly still; your vestibular system works on gravity, and without any gravity signals coming in, the system thinks you’re not moving. So you have this sensation like you’re lurching forward but then you come to a stop when the engines cut. You feel like you’re sitting straight up in a dining room chair, except that you’re still strapped down flat on your back. It’s completely disorienting.
            The first thing I did was ask myself, Am I still alive? It took me a moment to answer. Yes, I’m still alive. We’d made it, safely. It took me a minute or two to get my bearings. Then, once I felt acclimated, it was time to go to work. I reached up and took my helmet off and—just like I’d watched Tom Hanks do in Apollo 13—I held it out and let it go and floated it in the air in front of me, weightless.

Table of Contents

Prologue: A Science Fiction Monster ix

Part 1 I Want to Grow Up to Be Spider-Man

1 A Perfect Good 3

2 Most All-Around 14

3 Who You Gonna Get? 22

Part 2 Maybe You're Not Cut Out for This

4 The Smart-Kid Olympics 33

5 Force Feedback 41

6 Human Factors 51

7 Disqualified 60

8 Yes or No 77

Part 3 The Real Rights Stuff

9 There's Mach 1 93

10 If You Have a Problem 107

11 Spacewalker 120

12 Shackleton Mode 129

Part 4 The Door to Space

13 Seeing Beyond the Stars 143

14 Ready To Go 154

15 Weightless 174

16 Earth is a Planet 185

17 Maybe this is Heaven 199

Part 5 Russian Roulette

18 The Story of Space 211

19 February 1, 2003 223

20 Why We Go 237

Part 6 Worth the Risk

21 From the Ashes 257

22 One Last Job 268

23 Line 28 280

24 Grounded 297

Epilogue: Around the Next Corner 308

Acknowledgments 315

Photography Credits 317

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Spaceman: An Astronaut's Unlikely Journey to Unlock the Secrets of the Universe 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a life. What a story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A great read. Informative and fun. A recommendation for anyone trying to find their calling.
Dr_James_Scott More than 1 year ago
It’s only a tiny fragment of a hazy memory … as a young boy my waking up from sleeping on the couch with my head propped against my mother … to watch the television broadcast of the first man to step onto the surface of the moon. That was one big step for mankind, one that would captivate the imagination of a different boy, this one only seven years old living in New York. His name was Mike Massimino, and he became so fascinated with the idea of traveling into space from watching Neil Armstrong walk on the moon that he would, indeed, become a spaceman. “Spaceman” (published by Crown Archetype) is the very human story of a lanky boy who dreamed of becoming an astronaut — and pitching from the mound of his favorite baseball team, the Mets. He would go on to do both. What I found captivating about this book is the inspiration and motivation that seeps from its pages. Massimino persistently presents himself throughout his book as just an ordinary kid who never gave up on a really, really big dream. This ordinary kid would grow up to be a brilliant man, one who would go on to earn his undergraduate degree from Columbia, and two Masters degrees and a PhD. from MIT, all as part of his quest to become a NASA astronaut. That quest was wrought with challenges that would have (did!) defeated many others. But following along as Massimino tells of pushing, and pushing, and pushing through the variety of hurdles he faced until his dreams turned into reality really is an inspiration to all of us who have our own challenges in life to face. And once Massimino finally became the astronaut he had so longed to be, he then had the hard work that comes with such a rare opportunity. In “Spaceman” you’ll journey into space with Mike, not once but twice, and see just how challenging — and fulfilling — realizing your dreams can be. After having attained his goal of walking in space, Massimino would be recognized for his achievement — with the chance to throw out the opening pitch for his beloved Mets. Even BIG dreams can come true! “Spaceman” reminds us all that even the biggest, craziest dreams can become our reality if we work hard enough and never give up. But it’s also a story that harmonizes the pursuit of a dream with real life — Massimino did become an astronaut, but being an astronaut was a tough, dangerous job. It was also a blast (no pun intended)! Mike shares the monotony, despair, and the thrills that filled his adventure of pursuing his dream and spending nearly two decades serving as an astronaut. Get this book and be motivated!
Backyard More than 1 year ago
Mike Massimino, you're annoying. You know how, like halfway through the book, you were talking about one of your coworkers who seemed to just have EVERYTHING? You're that guy. You're a total boss, and I hate you because I'm jealous of your life. EXCEPT I CAN'T EVEN HATE YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE SO NICE AND DOWN TO EARTH (EVEN IN SPACE) Okay but really, I wasn't entirely sure what to expect what I started reading this. Generally I get a little bogged down by books if they're overly science-y and math-y. I can power through it, but it takes a lot more brainpower than I generally exert for reading. That makes me sound like a dunderhead, but whatever. Mike Massimino has a story that's fun to read about. He wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he rose to literally the highest heights he could, and did well. A regular guy from New York who grows up to be NASA's most well known contemporary astronaut. How cool is that? He has a gift for storytelling, too. I hesitated to bring that up at first because, like with any public figure, I wonder if it's actually his words or a ghost writer. It seems like his words, so for that I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. I never grew bored while reading. I expected to, especially since I already knew what the ending would be. I don't necessarily need to know how he did in school if I know he already made it to NASA, right? The thing is, I have a feeling this book will end up being like the spaceman's bible. He worked his butt off, he studied in relevant courses, and he achieved his dream. And his dream is epically cool. That's where I was well and truly hooked--with the descriptions of space. I was able to imagine every bit of it, and it got my heart rate going when I was focusing on what it would be like to be totally unmoored from anything like he was. Goosebumps, man. I would say my only complaint--and it's a small one--is that he emphasized a little too much that he was a regular Joe. I felt a little beaten-over-the-head with it at times, especially when I was thinking about how this guy was clearly smart enough to get into Columbia and MIT. All in all though, a fabulous read and one very worth picking up. Especially if you're in high school and have high aspirations.
brf1948 More than 1 year ago
I received a free electronic copy of this memoir from Netgalley, Mike Massimino, and Crown Publishing, Crown Archetype, in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, for sharing your work with me! Mike Massimino is a funny man. This memoir very effectively and frankly covers the ups and downs of the life and times of Michael Massimino, a man who dreamed of becoming an astronaut but never dared to dream it could come true. Our Firsts in space - Glenn, Young, Aldrin, etc., we have as a people viewed as larger than life. They are heros. Mass lets us see the clay feet - the doubts, the second guessing, the fear. And he does it in a way that makes him into a superhero. He takes us through the ups and downs - very downs - of the last 20 years of NASA history with charm and sensitivity, and his description of the last rescue mission to the Hubble telescope in May of 2009 is enthralling. If you have not seen the 2010 release titled Hubble 3D, narrated by Leonardo DiCaprio, you should, as soon as you finish this book. Even if you have seen it before, watch it again. I appreciated it before I read this book, but after reading this, it brought tears to my eyes.