Chemical Dreamland Wasted

Long pants, a covering top, closed shoes, no contact lenses (those can melt into your eye, you know)
But instead protective goggled that fog the vision of creativity but ensure a bit of security in a chaotic and sometimes dangerous world.

Word of Caution! Read every label, handle with utmost care and ensure to deposit all trash in the appropriate recepticles.
Set the wrong things together and you may have to be running for your life. A life where the very air you breathe could be a deadly reactant if you aren't careful.

Psst!... Hey, I have an idea. What say you and I blow this joint?
All we need is a speck of socium and a bit of water... although the humidity in the air here just might do the trick... Lethal injection is just an overdose of potassium.

But... NAH!... then I would be using my powers for evil and not for good...
And I do want to do good... don't I?

Best to figure this our now since I might be the one who controls the pH for your shampoo, toothpaste, tires, plastic bottles and the equilibration of compounds in your vitamin supplements and carbonated beverages.

While we're at it... Why would anyone ingest more carbon dioxide when our bodies natrually expel it? I don't care how refreshing it is.

Although, this soda can society is also one where people breathe in carbonates with one cigarette while chemists use air masks and ventilation hoods when working with the same amounts or less in a lab.

So, go ahead, light one up. That flame is just the combustion of gas when it reaches air... again... the very air that we breathe can be deadly.

Breathe in and also know that when they call something an aromatic compound means that it just plain stinks.

So hold your breath instead. While you're at it, tritrate something.
Go drop by drop and hope you appropriately match the right amound of molecules and particles until you get the desired effect of knowing precisely what you're dealing with.
Remember my world is not for the color blind.
With every drip, drop, drip... time stands still... drip... electrons move... drop... colors swirl... drop... and an entire universe that we can't see and few can imagine is set into motion with just... one... single... drop.

One drop too many and you might have to start all over again or perhaps it was your last one.

Remember to locate the emergency exits, there will be no eating, smoking or drinking while in the lab. Thank you.

Know the symptoms: acids burn and bases dry and irritate.
What a lof of irritants there already are in our world, why do we need more?

Hold a glass to the light and see the reflection of the neat, clean dry glassware that, with an unsure hold, can have your very world slip through your fingers and crash into a million pieces everywhere.

Then you remember that being human means that you are faulty, something that cannot be accepted in the perfection of science.
Where anything you touch must be washed, baked, weighed, baked (it's shake and bake and I helped!), weighed, baked, weighed, baked (by bake I mean put in an oven at high temperatures to evaporate any impurities... yes, have any trouble literally melt away), weighed and ,when consistent weight is attained, never to be touched by your hands again.

Hands that can creat but cannot destroy.
Matter isn't truly destroyed, merely turned into another substance.
Those are the hands of science, that work with substances purely upon faith.
A faith that with every breath they are accomplishing something: making the world a better, healthier and prettier place.
Where the perfect diamond is the one that has the most tightly bonded carbons together,
Where the difference between table salt and bleach is only an oxygen atom,
And that where there is smoke doesn't necessarily mean that there is fire, it could just be the fumes of nitric acid with air.
Again... the very air that we breathe... even that can be used against us, or rather, it can work against you if you aren't careful.

But... no worries... mass and matter are not destroyed, merely transferred to another state, shape, time, place and substance.

Get on the boat, the banana boat

So, since yet another strike broke out, we decided to support those picketing by going to the beach.

A group of us got together and we just headed on up the coast the beach called Crash Boat. I had never been there but supposedly according to everyone it was a really beautiful beack which I really had to visit.

I am really glad we went. The place was truly as beautiful as everyone said it would be and we had a lot of fun. the group of us really worked out great.

Wish that this weekend I did not have to be in Yauco for, but my uncle is coming in to see my grandfather. So I will just go and lie like broccoli until I return next week and see if this silly strike will be over with.

Striking Campus

So what, they raised the prices for a credit by 33%!? That's only $10 and it's not that big of a deal. We are still the cheapest university system on this damn island! I will start to complain, however, if the money is not used for the things that are really needed around here.