Return of the Frog Queen

Return of the Frog Queen DID YOU KNOW? The entire state of Wyoming (population 509,300) has fewer people than the Harrisburg, PA metro area. OH WOW, its been a while. Im real sorry; Im just not exactly on top of my life right now, as the remainder of this entry should prove. So I stayed up until 5 AM last night working on my ICE-T (ice tea) problem set. To answer James Eastwoods question: YES! Were designing (not buildingthe designing part is hard enough), a fuel cell that could theoretically be used to power a cell phone. A cell phone of the future. Were not actually using hydrogen, because that could explode and kill you while youre talking to your grandmother about apple pie recipes, and that would be fun for nobody. Instead were using 22 M formic acid, which is, needless to say, MUCH safer. Just dont, you know, break your cell phone open or anything like that. Anyway, the formic acid is pressurized, so it goes through a reactor thats about 3 cm x 3 cm while air (80% nitrogen, 20% oxygen) flows in countercurrent. Redox occurs, theres a microfabricated nanoporous silicon membrane, and BAMF! Cell phone power! My friend Jacqueline and I are doing all this: all the design parameters and cost estimations, all the pressures and temperatures and safety calculations, and writing a 10-page paper and a powerpoint presentation on the subject, in four weeks. Integrated Chemical Engineering, or ICE, the senior capstone subject in Chemical Engineering, consists of two modules: one lasting eight crazy weeks, and one lasting four far crazier weeks, during which you take all the theoretical nonsense that youve spent the past four years learning and apply it to two different chemical engineering problems. This is so you can prove that you actually know how to do chemical engineering before you go off to work at your six-figure investment banking job and stop caring about fluid mechanics. Sorry, its the time of the season for offers, and all of us poor chemical engineers planning to go to grad school and save the world are getting just a little bit jaded. WOW, that was a mouthful. Anyway, I fell asleep at 5 AM last night because I was working on that, among other things, and I havent yet learned to efficiently budget my time. One thing that I regret about MIT is that I almost never, and I say never, think in bed anymore. During high school, after a hard day of work it was no trouble for me to just lie down, put a sheet over my face, and listen to some Brian Eno while contemplating the meaning of existence or what I was having for lunch the next day or what I would sing when I auditioned for American Idol or whatever. But now? No. I cant put my head on a pillow for more than about 27 seconds before I completely pass out into an incomprehensibly deep sleep, waking up only occasionally to babble incoherently and to hilarious effect. Its a useful skill, because sometimes I want to sleep for only, say, 7 minutes before my clothes come out of the dryer, and being able to fall asleep so quickly will net me 6 whole minutes of sleep passed out on the floor in my clothes. In a fetal position. So for me, dreaming is just about the most awesome thing in the world, because its kind of like thinking and sleep put together, and I usually only dream when Ive been sleeping for a really long time. Which is also just about the best thing in the world, now that I think of it. So whenever I end up having an interesting dream, I do one of two things: I either a) tell you about it, or b) tell Mitra about it. I started with b) this morning, but after some further thought on the subject I decided to go with a) also. From: Sam Maurer To: Mitra Lhrnbq!xobile Time: 12:48 PM Subject: long story I had a dream that I went out in the middle of the night to the basement of Building 4 to get some chinese food, but they didnt have any pork, and what I wanted from this particular restaurant was a pork dish (I think it was based on this real-life time that Shana and I went to Philadelphia and randomly walked around Chinatown until we got hungry and we found this random noodle place and they had hand-cut noodles, which I got with ground pork and scallions and it was one of the best things I ever ate and also cost only $3.75). I met up there with some people who I randomly knew in real life, but I forget who they were. Anyway, so I ordered chicken fried rice, which cost only $4 but what they gave me was like this Italian-inspired dish that was kind of rancid-tasting cool whip/mozzarella cheese with red and green sauce poured on (get it, red white and green?). It was horrible and I couldnt eat it, but other people were getting similar dishes and loving them (they would pour different colored sauces on the cool whip depending on which country you asked for). I was like, no, this isnt what I asked for, but its okay, Im not really hungry anymore, and they let me go without paying for it. They were closing so I didnt want to trouble them to make new chicken fried rice. so then I thought I saw Woon Teck with bleached blonde hair at the next table, and I just started yelling, WOON TECK! WOON TECK! But he didnt look over. So I went and got a slightly closer look and it turned out that it was not Woon Teck, just some guy who was Asian and skinny (yfr). But then the REAL Woon Teck with bleached blonde hair, wearing a pink shirt and makeup, was above us in Killian Court and popped his head through the window and said like one word (I forget what it was, but probably something like Sam Maurer! or MEOW!) and I was like, Oh, Woon Teck! then I woke up to find that I had slept through my second step aerobics class. ARGH, how am I going to make this up?? (phys ed classes are graded on attendance only, but you can only miss one per quarterIve been waking up at 7 AM twice a week for my one-hour step aerobics class, which is the only, and I mean THE ONLY thing standing in the way of my impending graduation, and now I have missed two classes with one week to go in the semester) So when I got to thinking about this dream, I got to thinking about Woon Teck. And Woon Teck, oh, Woon Teck he really has come to symbolize what I love about MIT. Because Woon Tecks weird. But just saying that about an MIT student tells you nothing. Because basically everyone at MIT is weird. But in a different way. I never thought that the spectrum of weird was quite so wide or contained quite so many distinct colors. You could be weird like a pre-med who lives in McCormick, or weird like a TEP brother and build giant trebuchets, or weird like someone who lives in Random Hall takes ten classes, or weird like someone who lives in Burton-Conner and showers twice a day and bleaches his pots and pans, or maybe you stalk people compulsively and read the random documents in their public directories, or you just walk around quoting the Natalie Portman rap video at inappropriate moments. In any case, youre FREAKING CREEPING ME OUT. So when I say, Woon Teck is weird, did you imagine that Woon Teck was a 98-pound Singaporean who graduated MIT with a masters degree in four years, decorated our suite with Hello Kitty and yet played on the MIT Rugby team (only to spite his ex-boyfriend), cross-registered at Harvard to learn Swedish (with the sole intention of using it find a Scandinavian lumberjack lover), applied nightly facial masks (and yet only consumed protein shakes and food fried in a single pot of oil), and had seven middle names. And meowed at me. In casual conversation. I mean, did you even consider that picture to be in the realm of possibilities? If not, its probably because you dont go to MIT. I think in the end, I will remember more Woon Teck than fluid mechanics.