To Mars

We were having a conversation yesterday at lunch about sending humans to Mars. First the talk was about whether we could get them there. I’ve looked into this type of stuff a decent amount and what I gathered is that it’d be decently possible to get them there, but sending them back would be an absolute pain in the ass. Having launch equipment that could get you off of Mars and into the right direction and having enough fuel and supplies to last the whole trip there and back (~ 2.5 years) would be a really large and really risky investment. If anything goes wrong the whole mission is ruined and its $50-450 billion down the drain. I don’t think anyone is willing to risk that right now.

Having an actual human at Mars would be extremely valuable because they can do countless things that a robot can’t do (I don’t know what but other smart people do). So what do you do, the obvious solution is send someone there with no intentions of bringing them back. That leaves you with tons of supplies saved and not having to worry about getting a ship to launch from Mars and get home. Obviously there is a ton of other stuff that goes into it and getting there would be extremely difficulty but still, leaving the person or people there would make it so much easier.

I have zero doubt that there are likely thousands of people that would be willing to give their life in order to do this in the name of science. You would go down in history as one of the biggest bad asses of all time. For starters, you went to fucking Mars. How many people can say they’ve been to Mars? Of the roughly 107 billion people who ever lived, you’re the only one or two who can say they’ve been there. 1 in 107 billion. The odds of winning the Powerball are 1 in 195 million. You’d be the man, you’d be a household name for as long as the human race existed not to mention you would get an infinite amount of poon with that story. Obviously you WOULD get the poon but the fact that you’d die on Mars would hinder your ability. This all begs the question, is it morally okay to do this?

You would have to find an entire group of people who were okay with helping someone killing themselves for the POTENTIAL betterment of the human race. If something goes wrong a year into the flight (it would take about 500 days to get there) and the shuttle gets off track, the person dies for nothing, billions of dollars are wasted, and you’re sitting there wondering why you ever went along with this whole gag in the first place. In my opinion, if someone is willing to sacrifice their life to do this they should be allowed to. On the other hand, I don’t know if I could willingly send someone I know into certain death just to gain some knowledge about something like another planet. It’s easy to say now that I would but if I was put in the situation and this potential person(s) was my good friend(s) I would absolutely be fifth guessing everything.

The idea of rationalizing dying on another planet is a weird one. What would you do? I assume you’d probably bring a gun so that when all of your work is said and done you just pull to trigger and get it over with. Maybe you could entertain yourself on Mars for a while, it’s only 30% gravity there. See how fast you could run a mile or how high you could high jump or something. Play football with the guy there with you. You’d feel like Tom Brady out there bombing 200 yard passes to your buddy. Who knows, maybe you’d meet some cool aliens who left for dead by their home planet too. I wonder if the natural instinct of “survive as long as you can” would still be in place. I mean, life on Mars wouldn’t be bad besides the fact that you’d get bored. You wouldn’t be tortured or physically incapable of doing things like some old people who want to just end it all. Maybe it would be the best time of your life and everyone would be flying to Mars to check it out. For some reason I highly doubt that.

Unfortunately this is all a hypothetical. While it’s possible, there are just too many variables and I can’t see this happening within my lifetime. However, it’s still decent blog material.

Finals Week

With finals week comes lots of studying, all nighters, coffee running through your veins, stress, and tons of other things. Another thing that it comes with, and this in my opinion is the worst of it all, is the status updates. For the love of god people do you think you’re the only ones taking finals? Congrats, you stayed up all night and wrote a 13 page paper, so did half of all other college students across the nation. I guarantee that what you’re going through isn’t half as bad as what kids in 400 level courses at the Ivies are going through (Lorezno (who I haven’t spoken to in about 2 years) and Mike you get a pass).

Seriously, I cannot count how many times I’ve seen a status made up something like this “ughh been working all day and night, just want this week to be overrrrrrrr.” It drives me crazy. Everyone is taking finals right now. Everyone has to write papers and study and take exams. No one has fun during finals week. Why do people think their situation is the worst of the worst and they have to share that info with all of the world. This is the type of material that could earn a de-friend, I don’t think I’ve ever defriended anyone before (I defriended Liz but that was a joke) but this week is driving me to the edge. They are really testing the limits of my facebook friendship. The sad thing is, they probably care less about being my facebook friend than I care about their status updates.

 

Gallon Challenge Failure

The gallon challenge was a complete disaster. I did even worse than last year and to cap it Wacker beat me. It started around 9:30. Wacker and I were the only 2 people in the suite. He seemed to think that it was going to be easy and he could definitely do it. 10 minutes in we were both cruising. 20 minutes in it started to hit us but we were probably half way through the gallons if not more. I pretty much hit a brick wall at 30 minutes. I felt horrible and the idea of drinking anymore milk made me nauseous. Mark and Pane came back and I was at a stand still. Wacker drank a good amount more while I just paced around complaining about how cold I was and how bad I felt. I finished a cup and that pretty much sealed the deal. I hovered over the toilet for a few minutes and then bombs away. It came in two violent shots and just like that, 45 minutes later, I was defeated. Wacker made it about 50 minutes in and 10 ounces more than I did until he was yacking. His wasn’t as smooth as mine, it came in maybe 5 different violent splashes.

It’s amazing how back to normal you feel after you throw up. I’m disappointed but I guess I can say I had fun and I gave it my best shot. I think I did even worse than last year which is bad and I didn’t even get a sweet video of the throw up. My attempt was pretty pathetic. Wacker also has a new appreciation for people who can actually do it, it’s not quite as easy as he expected. After attempting this for the second time I can say that I am amazed that people can actually do that. Obviously I’m a smaller person but I wasn’t even close really. If you can do the gallon challenge then I envy you.

 

Drinking Milk like a Cow

Tomorrow, I along with a few others (to be determined) will be attempting the gallon challenge for the second time. I don’t know what my expectations are. I don’t really believe that I have any chance to finish it but there’s only one way to find out. Last time I had a pathetic performance (I know I’ve linked to this video a bunch already but it really never gets old) so hopefully I can at least redeem myself a little bit by putting up more of a fight.

The point of these eating challenges or any challenge for that matter isn’t necessarily to prove you can do it. Obviously being able to do it makes it more fun and also makes you look cool but I do these things mostly because they’re fun. There are two types of people, when people hear “want to do the gallon challenge?” one type will think to themselves “why would I ever want to do that, it sounds stupid and miserable” and the other type will think “that sounds impossible but I want to try it anyway because it’ll be fun and memorable and I’m always looking to spice up my otherwise boring life.”

I try to be the second person as much as possible. It’s nights like this, when I’m in the library for 6+ hours at a time, that make me appreciate the nights where we can do fun things like the gallon challenge or a beer mile. Maybe it’s the distance runners attitude, the idea of always challenging yourself and seeing how far you can push your body, that draws me into things like this but I love them. We had a debate on how many soft tortilla taco rolls I could eat at Wismer. Most of the guesses were lower than I expected so it was a win win for me, I got to do a challenge and also show people that I was capable of more than they expected. I ate 21 taco rolls and felt absolutely horrible afterwards. The next deuce I took was as weird as any other I’ve taken before but I would do it again if I could.

The Worst is Over

I didn’t update yesterday. My day was pretty bad for a while. I woke up at 10 and was in the library by 10:30 I stayed there till 12 where I went to meet up with my group. At 1 we had to go to our ‘final’ and give our presentation while sitting through 8 other presentations. Ours was about 15 minutes long and it went well. I was out of there by 4 and after a 10 minute break I was back in the library studying for my reporting final. At 5:30 I went to take the final. By 6:45 I was done, the final was pretty tough. Right after that I made my way to the gym to get in 30 minutes on the bike. While jogging over there I decided I’d run a mile for the first time in over a week. It felt absolutely awesome to be running again. After that I did my biking and ate dinner with Ben when I was done. After that I iced my back/did my stretches/exercises afterward. It was 9 o’clock by the time everything was done and I was just ready to play some COD. I played until midnight then went to bed.

Today was not nearly as bad but still, pretty bad. I’ve been studying for a while but I did have some time to sleep in, get a haircut, and take a long while to eat lunch and dinner. I have a final tomorrow at 9 and after that I might as well be done. I have finance on Friday but it will be a joke so I’m considering tomorrow to be the end of my 5th semester. It went by fast but not without a lot of great races and great nights of celebrating. I’m more than halfway through my college career but I really do feel like I’m making the best of it.

I don’t really know what I’m going to do over break. If I can’t go back early because of my back I’m going to have an entire month off. What the hell am I suppose to do? Obviously I’ll hang out with my friends and all but I need some activity or some day trip to look forward to. At the moment I see neither of those happening unless I want to devote an entire month to actually memorizing how to solve a Rubik’s Cube. Let’s hope it doesn’t come down to that.

Litte Kid gets Trucked

This video had me cracking up for a while. I don’t know if it’s the actual hit or the fact that they’re little kids but I find this absolutely historical.

LaSalle Explored

I successfully made it to LaSalle last night. Paul was very adamant about me visiting and I was more than happy to go.  Mark, Pane, and I got all dressed up because it was a track formal and were there by 8:45. We headed over and there was a lot of introductions and meeting new people. I only knew probably 10 of the 50 people that were there so I had to be on top of my social game. I wasn’t drunk enough to be on top of my social game so my thought process was pretty much “I need to drink a lot right now and then I can slow down when I’m drunk.” As you could have guessed, this backfired. I did 3 shots as well as chugging two glasses of jungle juice and then everyone took a lot of jello shots.

From what I remember I was socializing pretty well. I made a lot of friends and I’m pretty sure people liked me so I was happy. I blacked out pretty hard though. The drinks hit me like a brick wall. I woke up without a phone (I intentionally left it at Pat’s house) in a place I’d never been before. I didn’t recognize it and I was alone in the common room. I went tried to find a bathroom because I really needed to piss. I went upstairs and the bathroom door was pink and there were Greek letters, I was in a sorority house. I walked outside and fortunately was on 19th street, Pat lives on 20th. I walked to what I thought was his house and knocked on the front door for 5 minutes. A guy I didn’t recognize answered and told me that Pat lives next door, whoops.

I walked into Pat’s house to find Mark sleeping on the couch but no sign of Pane. We went upstairs and talked to Pat and Todd for a bit then decided to find Pane. He was still passed out at Paul’s house so we rescued him and then I talked to Gourlay who informed that I just passed out mid-party at Paul’s so him and some other kid carried me to the sorority house. We said our thank yous and goodbyes and then were on our way. We made the good decision to get Pat’s cheesesteaks before we went back to Ursinus. I’ve only really had one or two Philly cheesesteaks which is embarrassing. I’d never had Pat’s before and I  must say it was absolutely delicious.

Today has been a pretty uneventful day. I have a presentation and a final tomorrow so I’ll be in the library for a while tonight. Although I’m not happy that college is going by in the blink of an eye, I ready for this semester to end.

 

Lone Wizard

So I haven’t posted in a couple of days. I’ve been in the library doing a ton of work lately but I’m taking a break for today. This will be an update post.

I went to the doctor on Thursday and the news isn’t too bad. He said it’s a muscle strain which is a pretty general diagnosis. I just have to keep stretching, icing, taking ibuprofen, and biking until the pain is gone. This isn’t so bad because it already feels significantly better than a few days ago. This is a good time to get injured because there’s plenty of time to recover and get back in shape to have a good year. I’m not too bummed out. I think biking every day isn’t really progressing in terms in fitness but it’s at least maintaining so I won’t be totally dead when I come back.

As for last night. There was a track meet last night so I had no friends for a while. The pictures make this abundantly clear.

I told everyone I would just sit there and play Call of Duty while making a staff and that’s exactly what I did. Ben and I shot gunned a beer at 5 and then went to the beer store. After that he went to do work and I played COD by myself for an hour or so. Ben came back so I had a friend to drink with (view picture 3). I was maybe 9 beers deep and most of them were Natty Ices. No one was back from the meet yet and I was on the verge of blackout. Brett texted me to come to Gofus’ so that’s exactly what I did. I ran over there alone and hung out with those guys for a little bit. I don’t remember but I’m pretty sure I brought Brett back to the suite to see everyone.

The rest of the night is pretty much blank. I must have gone down to Sig Pi because I know Abud came up here to play guitar. Mark says I went over to Gofus’ again when they all got back which I have no recollection of. Pane said that I was telling him and a few others that the whole world was COD and my staff was my weapon and that I could shoot them if I wanted to. I woke up at 6:30 in the morning in Mark’s bed with Mark right next to me. My eyes were killing me because I didn’t take my contacts out. I got into my bed and slept until 11:30. My staff was 11 beers long with 1 Natty light, 1 Miller light, and 9 Natty Ices. I was actually drinking a 12th beer. A 24 ounce Keystone Ice which is sitting on my desk next to me right now more than half empty so that qualifies as over 12 beers. Even though we weren’t play Wizards, I would have been a wizard.

I think I’m going to LaSalle tonight for a track formal with Paul and Gourlay. I’ve never visited them before so I’m glad I’m going. It should be a fun time and hopefully I don’t black out too hard.

Almost There

My last post was a little depressing so I’ll try to turn it around.

My back feels a little better today so all hope is not lost. I’ll leave it at that because I’ve dedicated the past 2-3 posts to this injury.

School is pretty time consuming right now but all in all I’m doing well. I got an 88 on my managerial test and a 6 point curve made it a 94. I think I’ll get over a 3.5 this semester which is a good thing to shoot for. Aside from my retard freshman year, where I was convinced I was going to be a physics major and ended up with a 3.0, things have been 3.5+ and school is fun right now.

We’ve also found our way into a new form of entertainment. For a while there it was Trials and Guitar Hero but now we’ve gone for online FPS’s. I’ve always preferred COD over GOW and Halo. I think it stems from SOF. I’d always play real damage SOF instead of normal damage, meaning you die in 2-4 shots instead of 10. Halo is normal damage and after playing SOF for as many years as I did, my FPS playing will always be geared towards being good at real damage. This is a problem because Mark prefers Halo and Wacker prefers Gears. We’ve been doing COD as of late but who knows. At least we’re doing something different. I can’t count how many times over the past 3 weeks that I’ve just sat on my computer trying to think of a website to visit so I could kill time. I can only troll the Letsrun forums for so long.

The above paragraph may be the nerdiest paragraph I’ve ever written in this blog. Anyway this weekend should be fun as we can party two nights instead of one. I’ve been on a hot streak of not passing out early (although still blacking out) and I’d like that to continue. I know this post was pretty bad but I felt obligated to get something positive down because my last post was just a buzz kill.

 

In the Air

At this point I’m expecting the worst. My back is feeling a little bit worse each day and icing/stim/stretching isn’t really doing anything. It’s funny, even though I think this injury is more serious than just a mild back tweak that will be over with in a week, I don’t think it’s hit me that I probably won’t have a good indoor season, if any at all, and who knows for outdoors. I’ve never been one to run 50 miles a week for a few weeks and then suddenly be in great shape. I’m honestly just trying to prepare myself for the worst outcome. I’ve tried to convince myself that it’ll be a month+ off with a long while of rehab but for whatever reason, I’m not freaking out about it. Maybe if I actually hear that news it’ll set in but as of right now, for whatever reason, I’m just not that upset. I don’t think the reality of that possible situation has set in yet. I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I’ve always said that I couldn’t imagine having an injury where I had to take a while off while everyone else was running and getting in good shape. It would be absolute torture. Almost every runner gets injured. It’s something that a ton of people have to deal with but it’s so foreign to me and if this actually turns into something serious I don’t know what I’ll do or how I’ll handle it.

Of course, this could all be pointless blabbering and in a week or two I’ll be back to normal.