Thursday, July 12, 2007

The Day in Which We Sleep

The day was supposed to start at seven thirty when I was going to try and get the sand out of my hair. But...I decided that sleeping until eight and then running to Plaza 900 and getting dressed in fifteen minutes was a much better plan. Ra-aight.

The good thing was that there were only three sessions today. First was Lazers in Medicine where they talked extensively about their amazing cancer research using blue light frequencies to which when cancer is present gives off a different sound than normal. I didn't actually experience these sounds, but I have total faith in them.

Next Team Power Rangers went to the nuclear reaction facility, MURR (MU Reactor Reasearch) sans Jonathan because he forgot a picture i.d. They also had a lot of different ways to help cure different cancers, one that had between 35-50% chance of stopping cancer spread in its tracks on the bones. Another used small irradiated beads that once in the blood stream would get caught in the smaller underdeveloped capillaries of the tumor. The final one which was still in development, was placing Boron in microscopic carbon baskets and shooting them with neutrons. The Boron would then split and release high amounts of energy, killing the cancer and producing no amounts of radiation. Muy Bueno!

Andrew fell in love with the nuclear reactor. Her name is Veronica and they plan on being very happy together. No, but seriously, the blue glow eminated from the reactor core was faster than the speed of light is possible in water, and we were drawn to it like bugs to a big bug zapper. However, if we were to swim in the water surrounding the reactor, it wouldn't hurt at the time but afterwards we would have to take a very painful acid bath. And then you can say buh-bye to your skin. For Serious.

Naps and learning about the dirty things that grow on stairwells during Microbes in the Food We Eat. I lost count after Vidhi and Andrew both broke slides, how many were broken.

We went to Chipotle for dinner, and I'm still stuffed as I right this. Then we finished our projects and watched the Prestige. Or slept. Or talked on the phone. Or hit me in the face with a pillow.

Funny Thing That John Said in the Last Five Minutes

"You're googling things right now. And that's a verb. When what you should be doing is going to bed."

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