| Well, I seem to have managed to violate the laws of physics. I made a
circuit that couldn't work, and it did anyway. :P |
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| Okay, for those of you who've been envying me for my biotech class and
the tasty food we've had there, here's something to make up for it. I
spent two cold, rainy, windy hours at a sewage treatment plant today
for biotech.
My day started way too early, volunteering for the
junior/senior design challenge. i enjoyed being there the past two
years, but those times I didn't also have a long day ahead of me when
it was finished. Fortunately, Sullivan is giving extra credit in
robotics (and his other classes, as well) for those of us who
volunteered. At some point while we were doing that, a few of us who
were volunteering before leaving for the biotech trip found out that
the entire thing is outdoors. And for those of you who aren't in the
area, it was about 55 or 60 degrees, rainy, and windy outside. And we
needed to take notes. Of course, none of us were planning to spend two
hours outside in this - our outfits ranged from jeans and a sweatshirt
at the warmest... to Mark's shorts and a t-shirt. His muttering during
the trip became the title of this entry.
Finkral didn't make it
to this trip, but Rockel did... and he brought his girlfriend along.
Somehow, I have a hard time grasping the concept of taking your
girlfriend on a date to a sewage treatment plant. At one point, he
went and picked a mushroom growing by the side of one of the tanks.
All of us were certain he was going to eat it. And we suspected he'd
offer to share. Fortunately, after cutting it up to talk about the
structure (well, he is a bio professor, after all), he dropped
it on the ground instead of eating it. Everything seemed fine from
then on as far as wild mushrooms in a sewage treatment plant were
concerned... until another mushroom caught his eye. This one wasn't
merely next to a tank. It was right by a tank and enveloped in mist
from the (mostly treated at this point) sewage. And it was oozing some
sort of weird red liquid. It looked like it was bleeding. Personally,
I wouldn't have picked up that mushroom, and I certainly wouldn't have
stuck it right under my nose to sniff it, peeled the top layer of the
mushroom off, sliced it, and rolled it all over my hands. After he
gave it to his girlfriend to see if it smelled like a normal mushroom
(apparently it did, although I don't know how she could still smell
anything at that point), he didn't eat it, which was quite a relief.
"We don't eat bleeding mushrooms."
After it was over, the
employee who'd been showing us around gave us a warning - "When you're
taking your shower tonight, you may find that your hair smells like
solids. Don't worry about that, it'll wash out." And I assume you can
figure out what "solids" is his euphemism for. Of course, at this
point, I desperately wanted a shower - and I couldn't for a while,
thanks to a poorly timed Japanese club meeting. Several of us were
wandering around and trying to find people to smell us and let us know
whether or not we smelled. I didn't feel like I was suitable to be
around other humans until I'd thoroughly cleaned myself and my hair.
And
now I'm not feeling good. Hopefully it's just the result of being
hungry. Oh, and Mer - if you ever want to realize how bad most of NJ
doesn't smell, take a trip to a sewage treatment plant. You'll really
appreciate the rest of the state. :P |
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| I gave away my spare microwave a day too early.
I want to make microwave plasma. |
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| For those of you who've met my cats... PC is now gone.
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| Taken from Abilash:
If you read this, even if I don't speak to you that often, you must post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.
Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you. |
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