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Friday, April 29, 2011

Pet Peeves...




I have two very huge pet peeves, and this week in particular, they are really getting to me.  The purpose of this blog is to give logical explanations as to how we can all work together to fix this, so I will be a happier Jordan.

Pet-Peeve Number One:  Dishes in the Sink
I absolutely hate this.  My roommates do this.  My boyfriend does it.  My boyfriends roommates do it.  I get home from a long day at school and find the sink full.  I do the dishes for whoever left them there.  Then, to relax, I go to my boyfriend's house, only to find more dirty dishes.  I feel like all day every day, all I do is wash other people's dirty dishes.  I am supposed to be spending that time studying!!
I don't dare confront my roommates, because I'm scared (maybe they'll happen to read this blog), but I am not at all afraid to let my boyfriend and his roommates know that this is unacceptable.  They tell me it takes too long to put the dishes in the dishwasher.  Puh-leaze.  It takes about a hundred times longer to sit there and argue about whose turn it is to "do" the dishes.  And what do I mean by "do" the dishes?  Transfer all the dishes from the sink into the dishwasher.  Why can't you just put them in the dishwasher after you use them?  And then start the dishwasher when it's full?  And then put the dishes away after the dish-washing is complete?  Then maybe you'll have a clean bowl for your cereal.  It's not rocket science.  Here, I'll even make a step-by step list that you can print out and tape to a cupboard so you won't be confused:

1)  Eat your food.
2)  Throw away the scraps
3)  Rinse the plate
4)  Place the plate in the dishwasher
5)  When the dishwasher is full, add soap and turn it on
6)  If the dishes in the dishwasher are clean, take 2 minutes to put the dishes away, then start at step 2.
Note:  This procedure is applicable for all dishes, silverware, and utensils, not just plates.


Pet-Peeve Number Two:  Texas Drivers
I feel like the traffic flows very nicely in Oregon, like water through a hose.  In Texas, however, the hose is full of kinks.  In particular, the merging onto the highways seems to be the major problem.  Granted, TXDOT doesn't give you but 100 feet to merge.  However, this does not have to cause major bottlenecks.  The steps to a smooth transition are as follows:

1)  If you are in the right-hand lane on the highway, and you see that someone up ahead is going to merge onto the highway, move to the left lane.  DON'T SLOW DOWN.  This really irritates the people behind you who have to slam on their brakes, as well as the person trying to merge who now doesn't know whether to speed up or slow down.  Then you both end up playing chicken for the next 1000 feet, while he's driving in the emergency parking area.
2)  If you are in the right lane, and there is someone in the left-lane, and you see someone wants to merge, still try everything you can to move to the left lane.
3)  Truck drivers (and slow drivers), stay in the right lane at all times.  In many states (including Oregon), it's a state law that all slow vehicles MUST stay in the right-hand lane.  Now, don't get confused.  If someone wants to merge onto the highway, and you're going 30 mph, get in the left-hand lane and allow them to merge, then immediately get back into the right lane.
4)  Get TXDOT to go visit Oregon, see that the proper length of lane to merge onto a highway should be at least 1/4 mile, then re-do all the roads, but do them at night (like ODOT), so that nobody has to sit in traffic.

See, I really am an engineer.  These are two huge problems, and I went ahead and found very effective solutions.  I think I deserve some sort of scholarship for that.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Why I am not a doctor...

WARNING:  This story get's a little graphic

For the longest time, I thought I should be a doctor.  I was frequently bandaging and kissing Barbie's owies and listening to my dog's heart with my Fisher Price stethoscope.  The first time I saw my dad smash his finger with a hammer, the doctor thing quickly went away.  I don't do blood.

This past weekend, I was reassured that I was taking the right path studying engineering rather than pre-med.
My friends and I were at my apartment playing sand volleyball.  I'm pretty new to the game, but for the most part, I was doing well.  Then the Murphy's Law part of the day occurred... I hit the ball far left rather than over the net.  That sent my two teammates (one of them being my boyfriend) running after the ball.  They collided full force.  It sounded like a boulder hitting the ground after falling ten stories.  But they were men, so they got up and tried to walk it off.  After the next serve, my boyfriend Jared told me his ankle was starting to hurt.  I looked at it and watched as a cue ball grew from his ankle.  There was a little white part starting to show through, and the teammates started shouting, "Oh my gosh, his bone is about to poke through his skin."  At that point, I turned and sprinted away.  Now, if you know me at all, you know that I don't run.  I don't jog.  I don't walk briskly.  But that day, I know I broke the record for fastest sprint.  Today, I'm still not sure why I ran.  I had to play it off, though, so I ran to my apartment and grabbed a bag of ice.  Being the nerd that I am, I grabbed a towel to wrap around the bag of ice so it would last longer in the sun.  I sprinted back to my injured boyfriend.  When I got back to the volleyball courts, I was very surprised to see him standing around.  I looked at his leg which was now covered with blood.  Down I went, face first into the sand.  You see, I have very very bad asthma.  I'm guessing that sprinting the length of 3 football fields in record time induced the attack, and the sight of blood finished me off.

Now, a third person had to get involved.  Luckily, we had a friend with us who knew I had asthma.  She ran to my car and got my inhaler for me.  After a couple puffs, I could finally breathe.

Clearly, I am not cut out to be a doctor or an athlete, but I'm perfectly happy inventing things that will improve the lives of doctors and athletes!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Cows: Train Engineers of the Future

I was checking out the list of the 50 best inventions of 2010.  The list included things like the iPad, a lifeguard robot, spray-on fabric, and lab-grown lungs, all of which are incredibly interesting.  There was one invention in particular that caught my eye: Amtrak's Beef-Powered Train.  I had to investigate...

Apparently, Amtrak is researching a beef-based bio-fuel. They are going to be testing the train for one year on a track that runs from Fort Worth to Oklahoma City.  How completely crazy is that?!  A train that is powered by cows... the fuel is made from the beef byproducts, so it shouldn't affect the price of hamburger, but perhaps the price of hotdogs.  And the smell... would the train produce an awful, wretched, rotten meat smell, or would it be more like grilled steaks?  I guess I'll find out since the train blares by my apartment twice an hour.

The use of the bio-fuel is reported to reduce hydrocarbon and carbon monoxide emissions by 10 percent, particulates by 15 percent, and sulphates by 20 percent compared to regular diesel.  After the one-year testing period, Amtrak will analyze the statistics of the actual emissions.

I've attached some links for videos and articles about the technology.  Warning:  refrain from eating while watching or reading!