tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293995762024-03-23T14:03:11.317-04:00The Minorcan FactorThe life of a college-aged Florida Cracker.MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-76060269804988903522010-11-26T13:51:00.003-05:002010-11-26T14:08:32.014-05:00In need of some suggestions...You know, it's been over a year since I posted on The Minorcan Factor. Wow, how time flies.<br />A lot of things have happened in my life since then...It would take many posts to update you.<br />I have been writing intermittently on another blog called <a href="http://omneshonesetgloriaeest.blogspot.com/">Omnes Hones et Gloriae Est</a>.<br />I'll warn you ahead of time, it's a little "religious-y," but that's just how I am :-)<br /><br />For now, I need your help! Back in August, I turned twenty years old. Thus, the name "HurricaneTeen" no longer suits me! It's a sad day. I've used HurricaneTeen as my internet screen name for...well...seven years now...but now I must part with it.<br /><br />So, what do <span style="font-weight: bold;">you</span> think I should be called?<br />Any suggestions would be helpful.<br />I'll be changing my name soon, and will be posting some updates!<br /><br />But that's all for now. I'll leave you with a picture of me and some of my friends from school. Do we look sufficiently nerdy?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguky5BTFsjiS4OvXqat2MLAIFwjkOZo7qbiuhg6yOOB5h5NcWKWbDFD70FK8VHLq6PXcVYk1QdoYO0ep6iNaZzBVRoES0UDx65rPFpe9DsN6Nzr-qEmJx1RlxYaxZII-gWrf-u/s1600/IMG_0407.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguky5BTFsjiS4OvXqat2MLAIFwjkOZo7qbiuhg6yOOB5h5NcWKWbDFD70FK8VHLq6PXcVYk1QdoYO0ep6iNaZzBVRoES0UDx65rPFpe9DsN6Nzr-qEmJx1RlxYaxZII-gWrf-u/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543936154322806642" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">From left: Anna, Will, Paul, Pineapple, and Me</span><br /></span></div>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-50884843547171861302009-09-28T19:57:00.007-04:002009-09-28T20:47:43.826-04:00Oh hai! I can has right answer?Don't be worried by the title!! I am not under the influence of any substance, I promise. The spelling and syntax of the title can be attributed to the internet phenomenon "LOLcats." If you have never heard of them, go ahead and perform a <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dogpile.com">Dogpile</a> search on "LOLcats," and you will quickly learn what I am talking about.<br /><br />Every Monday and Thursday, my friends and I have a "physics party" to celebrate the wonders of electricity and magnetism. (You know you go to a tech school when the only parties you attend involve physics.) Truthfully, we are not really celebrating, but actually working together to complete our online homework which is due twice a week. We always get good grades, and also manage to have a lot of fun along the way.<br /><br />At tonight's physics party, we decided we would have a little fun with the online homework system itself... We would place a funny little phrase into the answer box along with the actual correct answer.<br /><br />After working out the correct answer to one of the problems, I came up with the playful little phrase that comprises the title of this post. Unfortunately, the software that our school uses for physics homework does not accept long strings of letters like that as part of an answer. No problem; we know binary!!!<br /><br />So I converted the phrase into binary and inserted it into the answer box along with the correct answer using this syntax:<br /><br />(6C/11) * (<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">01001111011010000010000001101000011000010110100100<br />100001001000000100100100100000011000110110000101101110001000000110100001100001 0111001100100000011100100110100101100111011010000111010000100000 01100001011011100111001101110111011001010111001000111111</span><br />)^0<br />I color-coded the binary so you can more easily read the answer. How can that possibly be accepted as the correct answer, you ask? Well, just in case you don't remember from high school algebra, anything to the power of 0 equals 1, and anything multiplied by 1 equals itself. So essentially the above expression simply equals<br /><br />(6C/11)<br /><br />which is the correct answer. But there's just a little hidden answer embedded within it for anybody that cares enough to translate the binary back to English.<br /><br />We are nerds.MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-13856614812369621972009-09-20T10:52:00.004-04:002009-09-20T11:30:40.806-04:00A New Perspective<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaVDkenghMlWGjUPKMBt3CMOOYf9uZvjLllChhkJgT8_spcl3gDZpebC9VusHU26XgXS1Aa6GrplyQ2G4nnylPa20d_O1fJ_JG-2XJ8xDLJNJoPGa1hm1g61mpLVF3Gxj5MmvB/s1600-h/Swamp+Climbing+034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaVDkenghMlWGjUPKMBt3CMOOYf9uZvjLllChhkJgT8_spcl3gDZpebC9VusHU26XgXS1Aa6GrplyQ2G4nnylPa20d_O1fJ_JG-2XJ8xDLJNJoPGa1hm1g61mpLVF3Gxj5MmvB/s320/Swamp+Climbing+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383565837098575730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So, how many people get to have this perspective of a swamp? More on that in a later post!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrSfP92yaGFJhyZ8ycdHOC8yr4oZk4ZGBJupmWN7QVuIAcRkTZio9jB4pcMLLTSRaU8hkxlHPA_zkCRu9U0q1mQ8VAvsRX_Y-CEIVdiiTjtiIlYza58eqCpBu6VOgnHvcUuPr/s1600-h/Swamp+Climbing+027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrSfP92yaGFJhyZ8ycdHOC8yr4oZk4ZGBJupmWN7QVuIAcRkTZio9jB4pcMLLTSRaU8hkxlHPA_zkCRu9U0q1mQ8VAvsRX_Y-CEIVdiiTjtiIlYza58eqCpBu6VOgnHvcUuPr/s320/Swamp+Climbing+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383565730081423474" border="0" /></a></div>Well, it can probably go without saying that I am back at school, considering September's mostly past us by now. Wow, how time flies. For much of the last month of summer, I was really anxious to get back to school. Not because I got sick of home (that never happens!) but because I was ready to start learning again and definitely ready to see my school friends again.<br />What does this school year have in store?<br /><ul><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Differential Equations</span> - The next step for most scientists and engineers after Calculus 3. I have found that once you get to this level in mathematics, it doesn't get much harder, but you're just learning applications. As for me, differential equations are <span style="font-style: italic;">everywhere</span> in meteorology, so this class will be very useful for me.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing about Literature </span>- Probably one of the most hated classes at FIT. I love it, for the most part. It is definitely nice to have a break in all of my science and math courses to study literature...Especially considering we studied William Faulker and Flannery O'Connor, two of my newly favorite authors.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Probability and Statistics</span> - Wow. There are people who succeeded in all levels of calculus that are having trouble with this supposedly simple course. All of the theory is nearly incomprehensible, but the applications can be fun sometimes.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Physics 2 </span>- Electricity and magnetism! It's really fun and interesting, but my exam this Friday has 3 problems on it...Covering 3 chapters...and a study guide with 300 practice problems, on much more than 3 topics. God only knows what 3 problems he will pick.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Physics 2 Lab</span> - I really hate general lab courses, but this one really isn't that bad. My partners are great and the GSA who oversees the lab is actually a friend of mine who plays the keyboard at church. Can't complain!</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Meteorology Research</span> - As of now, my work-study job under one of my professors has only involved updating forecasts and plotting tropical storms/hurricanes on the tracking map in our department's building. Soon, though, I will be cursing one of the computers in the lab trying to figure out the source of the error in some program that I wrote to make some calculation to describe some meteorological phenomenon. I love that job so much.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">School Newspaper </span>- I have been given the honor of being the "Weather Columnist" in this year's edition of the school newspaper, The Crimson. Though the newspaper goes largely overlooked on campus, it's still nice to be published on a regular basis. I will post my writings on here every other week with each edition.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Campus Ministry</span> - I have also been given the honor of being employed by Catholic Campus Ministry as the Social Jusice Coordinator for this school year. This job involves organizing community service projects and events to help our community and raise awareness of social justice issues across the globe. Cool beans.</li></ul>And all of that is just school-related stuff! I haven't even started talking about tree climbing yet!MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-57974119000411620352009-05-21T23:21:00.003-04:002009-05-21T23:43:37.892-04:00Florida Folk Festival!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v150/248/14/515306307/n515306307_198060_8959.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 254px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v150/248/14/515306307/n515306307_198060_8959.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />It's that time of year again! Uncle Stu and I will be set up under our oak tree at Steven Foster State Folk Culture Center in White Springs, demonstrating castnet knitting, telling stories, and playing music. We'll be there all of Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Hope to see you out there!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v150/248/14/515306307/n515306307_198071_3254.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 242px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v150/248/14/515306307/n515306307_198071_3254.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-65418097601738964492009-05-19T19:16:00.001-04:002009-05-19T19:16:59.491-04:00Miss Sarah N. DipityOkay, so I stole that title from <a href="http://www.pureflorida.blogspot.com/">Florida Cracker</a>, but it's fitting because this post has a little something to do with him.<br /><br />I arrived at the Florida Institute of Technology last summer ready to be on my own and ready to learn. My main goal was to go there, be there four years, and return home armed with a degree in meteorology. During this time, though, I hoped to meet others who shared my interests in science and, to an even greater extent, Florida. Though FIT is in the state of Florida, it is not <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> Florida in my mind, though there are still some hints of real Florida away from the coast.<br /><br />I didn't realistically expect to meet any fellow Florida crackers at a school mostly populated by out-of-state, technologically-oriented city dwellers, but I still kept my hopes up.<br /><br />After a whole semester of hard studying, I came home for Christmas Break with many <span style="font-style: italic;">great</span> friends, but none who shared my interest in Florida's wildlife, culture or history. Hm.<br /><br />Things rapidly turned around one night this past semester, though. [Patience, FC, I'm getting to you soon :-D]<br /><br />One night, our school's chapter of the American Meteorological Society held a "movie night" on campus to watch weather-related movies and "geek out" about various meteorology stuff. I spoke with a fellow that night who found out about my interest in Florida through my Facebook page (if you don't have one, <span style="font-style: italic;">get one.</span>) He's a fellow weather whiz and was in my Aviation Meteorology class this past semester. Through our conversation, I learned that he is from FC's part of the state.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A little background...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have been following </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.pureflorida.blogspot.com/">Pure Florida </a><span style="font-style: italic;">for over three years now after finding it through Google, and actually met Florida Cracker once at the Florida Folk Festival. At this meeting, I learned his REAL name </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">*gasp* </span><span style="font-style: italic;">and deduced that we are actually kin to one another somewhere along the line. As a matter of fact, we have a series of interesting connections in our families.</span><br /><br />So I asked my new friend if he happened to know anyone by FC's last name, and to my complete astonishment, he said yes. <span style="font-weight: bold;">As it turns out he is friends with FC's son and his oldest daughter.</span> Another thing to add to the list of interesting connections!<br /><br />The last thing I expected to run into at FIT was a friend of a blogging pal.<br /><br />Through this new friend, I met two girls who are also from Florida - both identifying themselves as "crackers." So in one night, I went from having no cracker friends at school to having <span style="font-style: italic;">three</span>. As an added bonus, we are all meteorology majors who are very interested in our field of study.<br /><br />Alright!<br /><br />Thanks, Sarah N. Dipity!MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-81885008084253315642009-05-17T17:48:00.004-04:002009-05-17T17:56:39.531-04:00Hello AgainIt's been a while hasn't it? Four months to be exact. Well here's a cursory summary of the past five months of my life, in outline form, some of which I might decide to write about in the future:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Christmas Break</span><br /> - Family<br /> - Woods<br /> - Geocaching<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">School</span><br /> - General Physics 1<br /> - Physics Lab 1<br /> - General Chemistry 2<br /> - Calculus 3<br /> - Aviation Meteorology<br /> - Weather Briefing<br /> - Class<br /> - Studying<br />- Volunteer weather research<br /> - Campus ministry, pizza, video games, grappling hooks, and llamas<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Summer</span><br /> - Pretty much nothing<br /><br />More posts upcoming :-DMinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-71762417811319074262008-12-11T21:54:00.004-05:002008-12-11T22:21:26.997-05:00Epic Camping Trip Part I - Lost in Wal-Mart<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">About a month ago, I went with the Newman Club on a camping trip to Blue Springs State Park.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The Newman Club is an organization for Catholic students, and it just so happens that it's full of ourdoorsmen/women, too. It's great to be involved in a group full of students who I know will only build me up as a person, and not tear down my character and morality...Those groups are hard to come by on a college campus.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So we set off one Friday night after our classes were finished for the hour-and-a-half drive to Orange City. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v370/248/14/515306307/n515306307_995292_3090.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Lucas (Caesar), HurricaneTeen (Octavius), and Hunter (Cassius)</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></span>Our first stop was to be at the Super Wal-Mart down the road to pick up some charcoal, lighter fluid, and ice. My friend, Hunter, and I were sent into the massive store armed only with a HAM radio and our wallets.</p><br />After about 15 minutes of searching, we could not find the charcoal. We searched up and down the store, probably walking upwards of a mile, in futility. Embarrassed, we radioed our situation to our friend and club president, Paul:<br /><br /><br /><em>Hey, Paul...We're lost. Send help.</em><br /><em>You're lost??</em><br /><em>Yes, we can't find the charcoal and we don't know where we are.</em><br />At this point, everybody in the van is laughing at us.<br /><em>Alright, ummm, I'll send Francine in to rescue you.</em><br /><em>Thanks.</em><br /><em>And might I add that we're thoroughly enjoying your predicament here in the parking lot</em>.<br /><em>Thanks, Paul.</em><br />I chuckle when I think of some local HAM radio operator listening in to our conversation. What must have been running through his head....<br /><br /><br />We find our way to the front of the store and meet our savior. Of course, within five minutes of her arrival, we find both the charcoal and the lighter fluid (<em>who knew they were outside, right next to each other????) </em>and pick up the ice at the front of the store.<br /><br /><br />Any wise person would abandon a camping trip after such a sketchy start, but we are <em>college students</em>, so we pushed wisdom aside and pressed on.<br /><br /><br />We chattered on the HAM radio with the other carload of people going on the trip and with Paul's dad, who was stationed on the coast to watch the space shuttle launch. HAM radio is one of the things I have picked up since coming to FIT. It is great in more ways than one.<br /><br /><br />We arrived at Blue Springs State Park to find the gates to the park closed. Again, any wise person would have turned around and called it quits, <em>but we're college students</em>. We followed another guy in after he punched in some secret code on the gate entrance. I'm sure he felt perfectly comfortable with that. After all we DID have reservations.<br /><br /><br />Just after we arrived and checked in with the campground hosts, we turned our eyes to the eastern sky just in time to see a bright fireball ascend into the heavens. What a view. No pictures. Sorry, I was too caught up in the moment.<br /><br /><br /><strong>NEXT INSTALLMENT:</strong><br /><br /><strong>Epic Camping Trip Part II - "It looks like a waterbed."</strong>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-77567902631987928132008-11-27T22:26:00.019-05:002008-11-29T23:14:24.575-05:00The Atomic Toilet<p align="center">Come on and take a walk with me. We're going to the Crawford Science Tower...I have a secret to share with you.</p><p align="center">Years ago, Dr. Lynn Edward Weaver, a professor here at FIT, was performing experiments in using ionizing radiation to treat wastewater. He used Cobalt-60, a mildly radioactive isotope, to destroy bacteria in sewage. The experiments were scientifically successful, but the public had a somewhat irrational fear of "radioactive water," so the idea was scrapped in the 1960s.<br />A problem that the school faced, though, was finding a place to store the harmful radioactive materials after they were used. So they dug a hole. A deep hole. This is where the atomic waste would be stored, and it would come to be known as <strong>The Atomic Toilet</strong>.</p><p align="center">Alright come on and hurry. It's 9:00 PM, and there won't be too many people in the building at this hour, but we still do not want anyone getting curious. Come through the door. Let's go down the stairs.</p><p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwjh4Fw25UhSq-BGMRqaM1HzblGvJHa_mL-Rzs2ARyLmgKa-rQ4hp4vBZmd7s3tUcUDsnSFaMDAQqU' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">Here, turn your flash light on, it's dark in here.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273545517605288818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmUU0mXQVKLPdh52IfIHlqYQXD3b8oGBD4bLzja5zxfmsIrSm3o_yFHWfmnCWP_nbGlXhID4Qwi5Zb5dxgaozh5V9MVvtolNXumNzXNDRqn_4q_BvnJRqfNdqC5EAaqTJuTTC/s320/The+Atomic+Toilet+035.png" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Come on inside...Try not to kick the door...It's not in very good shape.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273546146543432146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuSUB1GT0eJjY8mJkqDS28kBGN04Ia49G9aeoW2wEOnrT8kbtUVE0oQS4KvmXpo8Njzfqakm_H956ZGaAH7RFsx9lkZoepycbwtcqgt3cNHwnHwX-9xCCggXURW8x-6QsFBtku/s320/The+Atomic+Toilet+034.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Oh, also, don't step in that smelly, rusty water on the floor. It's groundwater seeping onto the floor, rusting out all of the metal in here. It'll stain your clothes.</p><p align="center">Welcome to the Atomic Toilet. It is pitch black in here, I know, but the camera's flash will allow us to survey the damp room more easily.</p><p align="center">There's the old typewriter underneath the big "DANGER: RADIOACTIVE MATERIALS" sign.<br />Nobody knows why it's here, but it hasn't been touched in years.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273548435621341890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4t7K4jIx6QObyWfbIlGHAytuS4J3F8Jwn0HUk6DB7uQ9uONHReO1klMC1Z9j3FMm0VBKLvfouk-AOHVkxdcW4nB0cWO05amsicmmAW49zaQY3TeebDuzz6yVp6WGGHrgJTZrl/s320/The+Atomic+Toilet+046.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">There's the doorway through which we entered. Our three friends are studying the ventilation system of the "outer toilet."</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273549417587759554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqMCKfRzU29m02uXLv7mlDwhyphenhyphen9THB3oFiO_2glfpAlSEmkFZ1XR__u3naRMXo-DAQSAoyTtcf9rlChdzlLBipnj7bcA1sBk9zGxFYfa59Hr-BOTFzKdcJqT9EqyIp1JVqmxM2/s320/The+Atomic+Toilet+044.JPG" border="0" />This is the back portion of the "outer toilet." You can see the trolley controls on the right wall and the Geiger counter back in the corner.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273549772522396594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrCFT2SOQ99zzAgj_5wvDu7xO-cIGnMMo7h9aXqx2uNq2Elp6jfI0yyEaJGWpBOZdydisW8pD2TlDnaJjKgBz60Ewzc1iwQ0NYYRiihyoaiitnmQ7HJ-U5xYlzjjq1qq9pquYN/s320/The+Atomic+Toilet+041.JPG" border="0" />This console controlled the overhead trolley that was used to move the Cobalt-60 into and around the "inner toilet." A system of mirrors and the big gauge here were used to determine the position of the radioactive material. DON'T TOUCH THE KEY! We don't know what will happen if it is turned, and it may lead to trouble if we do turn it.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273550477906605538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXY1ohZqPNtsp6L7gJbFPivDUyAfjtxkpyc1_igef24888QCXj6CLHvxcfHwswNuY5iAsqhHIIiUpcBkhCvEWlr64oAw0qJE7Vs2_TSdjTb5JXkCbFlJwWWXJn0gB87jV5uYog/s320/The+Atomic+Toilet+043.JPG" border="0" />Here's the Geiger counter. It's hard to read in the dark, but we can clearly make out 1 millirem/hour...About 1000 times the normal background radiation on earth. That sounds bad, but it's really nothing to worry about...Notwithstanding the orange WARNING light.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273552259383766610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHgIALY32UQqKX-qijmNjCz7zYLvHnDakLLyZ6bbqYkYymTI884pDTEgkgn0MC-0w_8XIzDLB3QZ4N2-9lPAV-p7aT1tm21LQmLCRlUjP_KpTGyeqr6y-Jwbli7Hkhh4KTBw7h/s320/The+Atomic+Toilet+042.JPG" border="0" />Now let's go into the "inner toilet." This is where it starts to get really interesting. Just walk right past this big sliding 1-foot-thick concrete door. Now we're inside the place where the actual radioactive material was stored. This room was filled to some depth with water and the Cobalt-60 was stored under the water.</p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273552350959784066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX6p_V6v-W4PQ0av2K4XKubrlLWRclRukOLpV8_53CfW-m2IHPqTQuHjVcpw8cjQ97I1aOMlO5nMYZeCIEspk_IW_FdMzFR77_NKu7hhkdhKsPnqCpZdsEC1wFid2GjcTjMW3-/s320/The+Atomic+Toilet+029.JPG" border="0" />You see the trolley track on the roof up there? Also, you can see that the school has started using this place for storage...The tables and the overhead projector all came in after the Cobalt-60 was removed.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274295073895379794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_WzJmROzbqfRJ035MlVWI7DtSpfAyTVLe-5zcZN7hwGAoH29ZUzUXBE9GdtH7LVv2L4zPg0xGw2EmHOwCZikd4NuAzXDaQIl4Ntv955yCf4Hdzv5IqmdCWekyMgzUvmrXTiON/s320/The+Atomic+Toilet+032.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Our friend is studying something over in the corner. Let's go take a look.</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzum-4Q6cZhVxPPA2V6HFCHrgd4huLKplTHT_fjyamzz37G4FrxgtYwXOwhZD_qXRBoxX1lJL7cjUc' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center"><br />Alright, we've been down here for at least 20 minutes now. Even though there's not enough background radiation in here to seriously harm us, it's best if we don't spend too much time down here. Let's go on back up the stairs.</p><p align="center">Hmm, look at that chart over there. Being engineers, our friends absolutely must study any chart they come across.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274295995932905730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii321YpWfUEGIui7FSS-7q1lCnYYHm-wtC8sm7kx4haYjeCXq1M0fbdELbExKtGfrwWDJnioO3o8WIenhmi3YZJ6jfS9ivvR9UnNFBeWB12yksN4hyphenhyphenH745i8t29L4ZgIJj2Bzk/s320/The+Atomic+Toilet+050.JPG" border="0" />It's a security sign-in sheet. Okay, we didn't see any <strong>DO NOT ENTER</strong> signs, but maybe we're not allowed down here after all. According to the chart, the last security sweep was at 5:00 PM. Following the pattern of past days, the next sweep should be at 9:30. <em>What time is it anyway? <strong>9:29!!!!</strong></em></p><p align="center"><strong><em>BREAK!!</em></strong></p>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-22911833360317997272008-11-24T12:22:00.007-05:002008-11-24T12:42:39.764-05:00Life at FIT<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A picture tells a thousand words...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Every one of these pictures has a unique story behind it.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Take a wild guess as to what the circumstances were when these pictures were taken.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I'll tell the whole story later.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">(Thanksgiving break begins tomorrow!!)</span></strong></div><br /><a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v370/248/14/515306307/n515306307_995295_6961.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v370/248/14/515306307/n515306307_995295_6961.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://img.geocaching.com/cache/log/50022e83-b399-405a-8c63-120214d42771.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.geocaching.com/cache/log/50022e83-b399-405a-8c63-120214d42771.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v370/248/14/515306307/n515306307_995270_4602.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v370/248/14/515306307/n515306307_995270_4602.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v370/248/14/515306307/n515306307_1003884_6543.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v370/248/14/515306307/n515306307_1003884_6543.jpg" border="0" /></a>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-89070016586169074322008-10-27T09:27:00.003-04:002008-10-27T09:30:37.859-04:00Cloud Chasing<p align="left"><a href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v344/248/14/515306307/n515306307_915292_2284.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v344/248/14/515306307/n515306307_915292_2284.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><a href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v344/248/14/515306307/n515306307_915291_1611.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v344/248/14/515306307/n515306307_915291_1611.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v344/248/14/515306307/n515306307_915290_934.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v344/248/14/515306307/n515306307_915290_934.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-40759881487310035552008-10-25T19:59:00.002-04:002008-10-25T20:03:10.015-04:00Another reason why I hate politics!!!You know that woman who allegedly had the "B" carved into her face? You know, the issue that I was so thoroughly "P-Oed" about this past week?<br />She did it herself.<br />Now she's the one I'm "P-Oed" at because I spent a good half-hour fretting about it and feeling sorry for her.<br />What a crazy fool.<br />Agh.<br />But right now I'm gonna forgot about politics and go enjoy the COOL weather and NORTH FLORIDA air with my friends.MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-1419467079518983702008-10-23T17:46:00.004-04:002008-10-23T18:06:24.224-04:00I've Had It...It's the final strawI generally don't talk politics on this blog.<br />But I've had it.<br /><br />Just the latest in a line of McCain supporters being physically attacked by Obama supporters:<br /><a href="http://www.pittsburghlive.com/x/pittsburghtrib/news/breaking/s_594853.html">http://www.pittsburghlive.com/x/pittsburghtrib/news/breaking/s_594853.html</a><br /><br />That's right. A '<strong>B</strong>' carved into a woman's face simply because she had a McCain bumper sticked on her car.<br /><br />My humble question...And, as an American citizen of voting age, I have a right...A RESPONSIBILITY...to ask this.<br /><br /><strong>How can we possibly even consider electing a man like Barack Obama to the most powerful position in this nation?</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>1 :</strong> He has no experience. 4 years in the U.S. senate and 4 years in the Illinois legislature does not prepare a man to be President of the United States.<br /><strong>2 :</strong> His ties to people who are...<br />Blatantly racist (Jeremiah Wright)<br />Unrepentant terrorists (Bill Ayers)<br />Commiting election fraud in his favor (ACORN)<br /><strong>3 :</strong> His obvious socialist views: "When you spread the wealth around, it's good for everybody."<br /><br />I'm not even going to mention his naive view on taxes and the economy...I really don't have the time for any of this tonight, but it's got to be said...I've seen too much of this...<br />...And I've seen too much of the liberal elite media neglecting to call any of these serious issues into question. They're in the tank.<br /><br />And now this...A man's home shot up because he has McCain signs in his front yard:<br /><a href="http://www.local6.com/politics/17784129/detail.html">http://www.local6.com/politics/17784129/detail.html</a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">What if McCain supporters were perpetrating these sick crimes against Obama supporters? The public outcry would be DEAFENING! WHERE THE HELL IS THE OUTCRY?!?! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Our nation is in serious danger. WAKE UP, AMERICA!!!!!!</strong></span>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-73296920184346119052008-10-22T16:55:00.003-04:002008-10-22T16:58:09.983-04:00A peek inside my brain...<strong>asjdhfjkashdfkjahsdjhaudhfsdFORTRANsdjhfsajdlhfuweyuwoeyruwerhjwebfhdfjkdfPARTIALFRACTIONDECOMPOSITIONhjhsdfkjhyeurhywefbdfQUANTUMMECHANICSydhfkjsdlfhywueryjkdhfbasdjkf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>A peek inside my stomach:</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">*empty*</span></strong>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-62956562007755587112008-10-05T22:14:00.003-04:002008-10-05T22:22:15.202-04:00Thank You!<span style="font-size:130%;">I want to send out a special "thank you" to <strong>Mr. Ernest Jones</strong> for purchasing Ms. Latrell Pappy Mickler's new book for me! There were some problems with the postal service, so Ms. Mickler hand delivered it to Uncle Stu, who passed it on to me when I went to visit him while I was at home.<br /><br />I can't wait to absorb all of the information in <u><em>Gaspar Pappy and Ana Pons: Their Lives and Descendants</em></u>, and I may actually use it as a source for an upcoming research paper! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It is encouraging to know that there are still "phantom readers" out there who appreciate and enjoy my ramblings.<br /><br /><strong>Thanks, Mr. Jones!</strong></span>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-59055002325076139842008-10-03T14:38:00.006-04:002008-10-03T15:57:23.781-04:00Caught Up!After last weekend's visit home, I found myself quite bogged down in the school work. After a couple of late nights sweating out page-long calculus problems and writing out Fortran programs, I now consider myself completely caught up. Even better, the free time of the weekend beckons me to move even further ahead in my studies! ...But not before indulging in my Friday night shenanigans :-D (Don't worry, they're completely harmless, completely legal, but completely fun. You may see a post about that in the future.)<br />More importantly, however, I now have enough brain power left over to write a somewhat creative post here on the Minorcan Factor!<br /><br />One of my most urgent needs upon returning home last friday was to <em>get out in the woods</em>. So my friend, Phill, and I did just that. Here's a video of us going out to perform a maintenance check on one of my geocaches. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Caution</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">: Sarcasm, random quips of humor, and weird voice inflections are common when in the company of me and Phill.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-7yQS4IVQI">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-7yQS4IVQI</a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">...I was serious about swallowing the mosquito, though.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">If you don't know what geocaching is, you need to learn...Especially if you are an outdoors enthusiast like me. I see geocaching as an excuse to go wander around out in the woods and other out-of-the-way places. It's a very pleasant way to spend an afternoon. <a href="http://www.geocaching.com/">http://www.geocaching.com/</a></span><br /><br />Have a great weekend!MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-40763488366296501882008-09-27T00:17:00.006-04:002008-09-27T00:42:23.306-04:00It Smells Different...and an excuseStepping out of Mom's car at my Grandma's house yesterday, I was struck by a sudden realization.<br /><br /><em><strong>"Oh my gosh! I smells like St. Johns County!"</strong> </em>I blurted.<br /><br />Having never been away from home for more than a week or two, it has been quite a transition living down in central Florida for the past month-and-a-half. Though Melbourne is geographically close to St. Johns County, the lifestyle is worlds apart from that of my home. Maybe that difference can be connected to the difference I sense with my olfactory nerves.<br /><br />Maybe it's the live oaks dripping with Spanish Moss. Maybe it's the expansive pine plantations. Maybe it's the smell of the soil.<br />I couldn't tell you for sure, but it smells <strong><em>oh so sweet.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>And now for the excuse...</em></strong><br />I have been trying to keep up with the "post every other day" routine on this blog.<br />However, this past week, some things called "Calculus" and "FORTRAN" and "Chemistry" got in the way of that.<br /><br />I got an 84% on a calculus test...acceptable, but nothing to rejoice over...just means I have to work even harder (if that's possible)<br />I got a 6/20 on a chemistry quiz...In my defense, most people bombed that quiz...But I still need to study more.<br />Had a FORTRAN midterm.<br />Finished writing a 3-page program for FORTRAN.<br />Wrote a 4-page paper entitled <strong>MEMORIES OF A CRACKER CHILDHOOD.</strong><br />etc.....<br /><br />I love my home, and writing on this blog helps to connect me back with my roots...<br />...But <em>gettin' learned</em> is more important.<br /><br />This weekend, though, is about re-fueling on family, friends, wilderness, and rurality.<br />I hope to share some of that with you over the coming week.<br />GOOD NIGHT!MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-81672315844438756222008-09-20T11:40:00.004-04:002008-09-20T11:57:04.345-04:00Into the real world<p align="center"><a href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v122/248/14/515306307/n515306307_127644_427.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v122/248/14/515306307/n515306307_127644_427.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><em>"Somewhere beyond the sink-hole, past the magnolia, under the live oaks, a boy and a yearling ran side by side, and were gone forever."</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">-Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="center">...Studying most of today...</div>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-84475145534556182352008-09-18T10:42:00.002-04:002008-09-18T17:00:13.083-04:00Tacos are pleasing to me...<p align="center"><a href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v331/248/14/515306307/n515306307_788749_2346.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v331/248/14/515306307/n515306307_788749_2346.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">To my astonishment, the art community has not accepted my concept of the <em>Linear Dog</em>, but I know that, with time, they will come to realize its genius.</span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I drew this on my Puerto Rican roommate, JJ's, dry erase board Sunday night. I am making a genuine attempt to learn Spanish, but sometimes I have to resort to this phrase and "Lucy you got some splainin' to do" to get me through everyday conversations.</div>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-91920867298312161492008-09-16T10:14:00.000-04:002008-09-16T10:14:32.247-04:00Knee-slamming happinessAround noon yesterday I strolled into my FORTRAN class and delightfully plopped into the office chair in front of a computer terminal. I was fresh off the high of receiving an "A" on my first of three chemistry exams, so my morning was off to a good start.<br /><br />As I always do, I opened up my FIT "Squirrel Mail" account to check on the daily happenings around campus while waiting for my professor to begin his lecture. Before my eyes was a message with the simple subject "greetings."<br /><br />When I saw the name of the message sender, I gasped. I let out a stifled "Oh my gosh!" Trying to remain somewhat quiet and controlled while other students worked around me was nearly impossible. I pumped my fist and inadvertently slammed my knee against the side of the desk I shared with another terminal. The monitors rocked, and the guy across from me glanced up. I didn't care. Opening the message, my eyes devoured the text before me:<br /><br /><em>"HurricaneTeen:</em><br /><br /><em>"Lauren tells me that you are majoring in meteorology and hope to work at the National Hurricane Center one day. I think that's great. We still have room for a lot of improvement in hurricane forecasting and need all the help we can get...."</em><br /><br />The message went on much further; it was long! I didn't expect this type of extended response.<br /><br />The former director of the National Hurricane Center, a man who had been a household name during the hurricane seasons of 2004 and 2005, a man whom I have idolized since I began closely studying hurricanes when I was 12, has sent me a personal email!<br /><br />He went on to tell a story of a young high schooler who came to visit the NHC about 10 years ago, and said he would some day work for the Center. I immediately recognized the name as one of the newest Hurricane Specialists at the NHC, Eric Blake. His story is very much like mine. It struck a chord.<br /><br /><em>"...I wish you the best in your pursuit of meteorology. Give my friend George Maul my regards at FIT when you run into him.</em><br /><br /><em>Best regards,</em><br /><br /><em><strong>Max Mayfield</strong>"</em><br /><br />Looks like Mr. Mayfield is friends with my department head, too. I love the connections that college has suddenly given me!<br />I jokingly told my roommate, JJ, that I was going to enlarge the text to poster size, frame it, and hang it on my wall...It was a joke...But now I wonder about actually doing it...<br /><br />I owe my sister many thanks for getting this to happen. A student in the bible study group that my sister leads is friends with Mr. Mayfield's daughter. My sister spoke to her about my interest in meteorology, and the rest is history!<br /><br />There's few things more exciting than getting an email from a professional that you look up to. And, yes, I would rather meet Max Mayfield than any movie or tv celebrity that ever lived. Weird? As I've always said, I<a href="http://minorcan.blogspot.com/2008/04/weird.html"> kind of like being "weird."</a> :-DMinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-87356185697916463252008-09-14T13:15:00.000-04:002008-09-14T13:16:38.261-04:00My LifeYou might be curious, so here's my schedule for this semester, along with some color commentary:<br /><br /><strong>University Experience: </strong>Perhaps the biggest waste of a credit-hour I have ever seen. It's very laid back, I like the teacher, and the topics are easy. I just think it's a waste of time to tell us the obvious things about college life such as: "It has been proven that students who study perform better in their classes than students who don't." Pffft.<br /><br /><strong>Composition and Rhetoric:</strong> Great class. Strict grading, but the essay topics are interesting, a couple actually <em>very</em> exciting for me. You'll hear more about this class in the future.<br /><br /><strong>General Chemistry 1:</strong> Study and reading. Nothing hard, just a lot of time. Blowing up hydrogen balloons in class is fun. Flushing sodium down the toilet to make a "geyser" is even better.<br /><br /><strong>Calculus 2:</strong> This is the math that makes some aspiring engineers (and meteorologists) contemplate changing their major. It's hard. There's nothing you can't do without hard work and commitment, though.<br /><br /><strong>Computer Programming with FORTRAN:</strong> <span style="color:#ff0000;">[CAUTION: NERD CONTENT AHEAD!]</span> Yes, Fortran still exists. Believe it or not, it is still quite prominent in some government work and in numerical weather forecasting (which is why I'm taking the course.) And, contrary to popular belief, Fortran does support object-oriented programming (as of 2003). However, we are using Fortran 95, so we still get to deal with the wonderful world of Unix.<br /><br />The courseload has been bearable, but it does take a lot of time. Fortunately, the courses are interesting, and it's cool to obtain a higher edumucation.<br /><br />I'm off to go try hyperbolic trig functions again. It's just not sinking in yet.MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-86910495592813661312008-09-12T22:59:00.004-04:002008-09-12T23:44:56.048-04:00"Florida Lacks Character"<div><div><div>Those were the words of one of my roommates who happens to be from a certain state in the Northeast U.S. I will share with you the <em>full </em>discourse of our short conversation that occurred tonight.</div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">...I'll give you some time to guess how the conversation went...In the mean time I'll share some more thoughts...</span></div><div></div><br /><div>When I decided on attending FIT this past summer, I knew that I would be in the minority here. This is an acclaimed <em><strong>private</strong></em> school well-known for its aeronautics/astronautics and marine biology programs. <strong><em>Private</em></strong> is the key word there. This school is packed with northeastern students from affluent families...Now my family's not poor, but we certainly couldn't afford FIT's <em>astronomical </em>tuition if scholarships didn't help ease the pain...And we all know about my little Southern streak.<br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;">...Have you guessed how the conversation went?...</span></div><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">"Florida lacks character. Up North we have all of the colonial buildings and everything that adds character."</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">"You've never been to North Florida. Melbourne has no character. My hometown does."</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">"No it doesn't. Florida has no character."</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">"Ummmm...My hometown is the oldest city in the U.S. It was established in 1565. We have some old buildings and a little history, too."</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">So? [Something was said here, which I forgot]"</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">Well, [classic St. Augustinian line here] my hometown was undergoing urban renewal when the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock."</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">"Yeah, but they have Southern accents where you're from. I hate Southern accents."</span></div><div></div><br /><div>Are some of my northern readers getting a better understanding of why it's hard for me to erase the word "yankee" from my vocabulary? This was not the first time blatant ignorance has reared its ugly head, and I know it won't be the last :-D<br /></div><br /><div>I was going to post some beautiful pictures of my <em>characterless</em> hometown, but I just realized that those pictures were left behind during my <em>annual seasonal migration</em>.</div></div></div>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-56059497843847306002008-09-10T10:17:00.003-04:002008-09-10T10:32:50.529-04:00Change<p align="left"><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f5/Greek_uc_delta.svg/290px-Greek_uc_delta.svg.png"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="323" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f5/Greek_uc_delta.svg/290px-Greek_uc_delta.svg.png" border="0" /></a>It's hard to believe that it has already been a month since I left my home and came down here to South Florida to get an edumucation. My life has changed drastically - more than I had expected.</p>Naturally, this change in lifestyle will translate to a slight change in the way this blog is oriented. My feet have not come in contact with the soft muck of a swamp in over a month...<br />Actually, <strong><em>I haven't even left the city since I arrived here.</em></strong><br />What a change.<br />Therefore, you may see more philosophy, reflection, and thought on here than before...<br />College makes you think about a lof of things...<br />I'll share some of those thoughts with you.<br />But, as always, every one of my thoughts and actions contains some form of a <strong><u>Minorcan Factor</u></strong>, so the title of the blog will remain the same.<br />I'm still the same old <strong>Minorcan Florida Cracker</strong>, just in a different habitat!<br /><br />I'm excited about sharing some of my experiences with you, but for now I'm off to my chemistry lecture and my FORTRAN software development class.<br />Wednesdays are my <em>busy</em> day.MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-34040559112869580392008-08-19T11:38:00.002-04:002008-08-19T11:41:47.851-04:00TROPICAL STORM FAY - LIVE BLOG<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I will be keeping a live blog of Tropical Storm Fay as it passes through or very near to my school here in Melbourne, FL.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.tsfay.blogspot.com/">www.tsfay.blogspot.com</a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Go view live updates as the storm approaches!</span></div>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-49615935813813954602008-06-07T06:35:00.000-04:002008-06-07T06:35:01.201-04:00A Problem With our Alma Mater?While listening to the names of my classmates being called to receive their diplomas at my graduation ceremony yesterday, I got to thinking about my school's alma mater. The lyrics were printed in the back of our programs, and the school chorus sang it beautifully at the start of the ceremony. There was something about that alma mater that just will not fit with the school anymore - Something that will need to be changed in the very near future.<br /><br />First, a little background information about my school.<br /><br />My high school sits in the vast pine flatwoods of north Florida on what used to be a small road named after a portion of my family. The only things to be seen outside of my school's campus are pine trees...And lots of them. It really is a peaceful place when there are not 2,700 raucous teenagers rampaging about the campus.<br />Recently, though, that road has been widened to four lanes, extended farther south to connect with another highway, and renamed to "******** Parkway." This new "Parkway" is only a small part of a huge development that is slated to completely envelop my school's campus within just a few years. Now, here comes the predicament for my school.<br /><br />The first two lines of our school's alma mater are:<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Oh, **************, our alma mater,</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> Set around the mighty pines..."</strong> </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br />What is my school to do when those "mighty pines" are torn down to make way for more and more homes? I guess those pines aren't so mighty, after all! But, really, this will be a problem. It will be no longer relevant to have those lyrics in our alma mater when there are no more "mighty pines" surrounding the school. So what is to be done?<br />I suggest re-tooling the lyrics to something like this:<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Oh, *******, our alma mater,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Set around the mighty developments."</span></strong><br /><br />...or even better...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>"Oh, ********, our alma mater,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> Set around the urban sprawl."</strong></span><br /><br />As sarcastic as it may sound, this will become a real predicament for my school in the future. What do yall reckon will happen to our alma mater?MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29399576.post-62634570713523418682008-06-05T13:05:00.000-04:002008-06-05T13:07:00.266-04:00Next Chapter<div align="center"><a href="http://my.fit.edu/wx_fit/index.php"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204453581175045394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYxdWV2ePQWPsl93ziW23AIENf9JLQW-Z-HDQNH39P_ogalrBMpeANjSQ5GSjWA3iv5CJ714tlzz2QNi4BeSWHv93Fw9qeFjlwT8HlNprJUMcFDsJosdENLR2SenuIvMnMqiX/s320/fitLogo.gif" border="0" /></a>The waiting is over, Paintsmh. </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>Click on the logo of my future ;-)</strong></span></div>MinorcanMeteorolgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095923117456588424noreply@blogger.com6