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I am currently mortified.
Several factors.
1.) Because I had no laptop, my crazy restraint was removed. Therefore, I managed to convince the class that warfare is nothing but men stabbing hot, throbbing, pulsating spears into the soft, gooey flesh of other men. And that machine guns are just giant metal penises jizzing bullets over everything.
2.) Because I had no laptop, my crazy restraint was removed. Therefore, I responded to EVERYTHING with some sort of bitter, bastardly comment about how people are horrible. Like… I deconstructed the bible, the qu’ran, the Odyssey, and the Aeneid, and compared them to Aesop’s fables and Mother Goose tales. “Aeneid’s moral of ‘don’t stick your dick everywhere because fuckin’ chicks isn’t cool for Rome’ is comparative to ‘slow and steady wins the race’ or ‘don’t sit on walls because if you fall, all the king’s horses/men won’t help'”
3.) On my way back from class, I was singing along to Hare Hare Yukai, with my headphones on. One of my friends tapped me on the shoulder after having followed me for a minute or so.

Posted on: 7 February 2010

I hate self-important people. Yes, I realise that I probably fall under this category. That which separates me from riffraff is that I recognise my faults and work to fix it as opposed to just letting this mentality stew and become worse.

When reality falls, at least I’ll know when it hits.

When reality fell, at least I knew when it hit.

Performed a variation of this in class, almost ad-libbing it. I think I did well. I basically read it off as a script of sorts.

==

Problem exists: Pacific Ocean Garbage Patch. Caused by the circular motion of the Pacific ocean currents, coupled with decades of bad trash practice, it sits anywhere from at surface level to tens of meters below the surface. This problem does not present itself as if it were an island, though; instead, it’s a nebulous conglomerate of various patches. The total size of the conglomerate is unknown, but is estimated at weighing over 700,000 tonnes.

What does this have to do with microbial life? Well, plastic is generally non-biodegradable. Methods used to break down plastics (as of the writing of the article I’m using for my source) are entirely chemical, except for photodegradation [EXPLAIN IT]. which merely makes the problem worse as the pieces just become easier to consume. Biodegradation specifically involves the breakdown of materials into base chemicals, not smaller pieces as photodegradation would do. Most microbes cannot identify the plastics as proper food, leaving them to sit there and do nothing. However, there is potential hope.

A type of bacteria has been noted to be able to consume nylon, discovered in the 1970s. A strain of Flavobacterium (non-motile, gram-negative, rod-shaped) was found in the waste water pond near a nylon factory in Japan, producing three enzymes that were entirely ineffective against any material other than the man-made nylon. Since this nylon compound could not have existed before 1935, the development of these Flavobacterium is fantastic in and of itself.

The experiment was reproduced using a strain of Pseudomonas aeruginosa (gram-negative, unipolar motility, rod-shaped, aerobic) in an environment where no food existed other than nylon. They evolved to produce a different mixture of enzymes than the Flavobacterium discharge. For additional SCIENCE, scientists were able to do a plasmid transfer as we did to transfer the enzyme-producing sequences into an E.coli from the Flavobacterium.

Pseudomonas has recently also been identified as an aid in the reproduction of a type of Sphingomonas, which is capable of breaking down plastic strips cut from grocery bags as found in an experiment performed by a Canadian student. The article mentions researchers in Ireland discovering that Pseudomonas as being able to break down polystyrene, but no experiments to that date had been performed with polyethylene, as exists in grocery bags. The Canadian polyethylene experiments allowed a 32% degradation in 6 weeks, while the Irish polystyrene experiments showed 43% degradation in 6 weeks.

http://news.therecord.com/News/CanadaWorld/article/354044

http://www.mnn.com/earth-matters/translating-uncle-sam/stories/what-is-the-great-pacific-ocean-garbage-patch

Posted on: 29 January 2010

I stand atop a pinnacle, looking out upon that which is before me, and I smile knowingly, and walk forward into the adventures in my path.

Once upon a time, we’ve watched sunsets. We’ve raised empires and shattered them, while saving countless lives and condemning them. We’ve traveled faraway lands and explored the depths of our souls, and we’ve scrutinised our own homes yet witnessed the immense breadth of human nature.

You were with me when I was a boy, and you took my hand to raise me up onto a platform. When I stood atop it, staring out at the wonderful expanse before us that was called “our school,” you looked at me and nodded, grinning. When I grew a bit older and we stood together on the bridge, staring out at the cold night while dodging the tyrannical eighth graders and their dastardly machinations, you were throwing water balloons back. When I was breathing heavily backstage, waiting for the preview to begin as I would be forced out onto the stage to perform, you put your hand on my shoulder and nodded again.

You were with me when I was a young man, and you took my hand to help me to my feet. When I got back upon the ground, shaking all the dirt off my clothes, you laughed with me and punched me in the shoulder. When I whooped and kicked a door, earning myself a detention, you were right there too, sitting at the next desk, in for the same crime. When I needed you the most, when I was hurt and suffering, you were there to give me a shoulder. When I looked out onto the wide expanses of Italy, breath taken by the wind, you were there to point out that it really was getting quite late and we’d miss the bus if I dilly-dallied any further, so could you just stop staring and start moving? When I walked up and down and around, up again, and accepted a sheet, then threw my hat into the air, you were there, throwing your hat with me, screaming in jubilance with me.

And now, you’re with me again when I’m older, coming into my own. You’re standing by my side, turning to face the wind, as we take our steps forward into this amazing future in order to witness what’s next. Our footprints trail out behind us, a massive entanglement that spells a wonderful story. And our path in front of us, while unclear, is enough for us to follow.

To you, all of my companions, thank you.

[13:45] <Siber> ANYONE WANT TO KILL SOME ZOMBIES!?
[13:45] <Talhydras> Potentially.
[13:46] <DanielHawking> I’ll be out of class soon
[13:46] <DanielHawking> and I’ll kill zombehs then
[13:47] <Siber> Dan: How soon?
[13:48] <DanielHawking> let’s see
[13:48] <DanielHawking> I’ll be out of class in anywhere from 15 minutes to 45 minutes
[13:48] <DanielHawking> this class has a VERY UNCLEAR end time
[13:49] <Talhydras> “go to the bathroom”, dan
[13:49] * DanielHawking stares at Tal
[13:49] <DanielHawking> I’M ON MY LAPTOP IN CLASS
[13:49] <DanielHawking> “Excuse me I need to go to the bathroom [PACKS UP LAPTOP]
[13:49] <Talhydras> easy
[13:49] <Siber> Tgat,,,
[13:50] <Talhydras> you’re a twittershitter
[13:50] <Talhydras> like gabe
[13:50] <%Icefox> …
[13:50] <Siber> >.<
[13:50] <DanielHawking> …
[13:50] <Talhydras> WHAT
[13:50] <DanielHawking> what
[13:50] <%Icefox> Guys, please don’t make me explode laughing at work for no readily apparent reason.
[13:50] <Talhydras> he’s talked about that stuff TONS these last few days
[13:50] <DanielHawking> tw–
[13:50] <DanielHawking> GODDAMMIT
[13:50] <Talhydras> like at least once a day he has talked about his poo
[13:50] <DanielHawking> MUST
[13:50] <DanielHawking> RESIST
[13:50] <DanielHawking> LAUGHING
[13:50] <Starfyre> this is why web 2.0 must die
[13:50] <Siber> “You twittershitter” is now going in my insult toolbox
[13:51] <Talhydras> along with parrotfucking cock burrito?
[13:51] <Siber> Yes
[13:51] <%Icefox> George, new weapon: twittershitter
[13:51] <George> Oooo, I can’t wait to try out my shiny new twittershitter!
[13:51] <Talhydras> icefox… no
[13:51] <Siber> Also, I’m increasingly suspecting that you’ll be able to make Excellsiors as Constitution configurations
[13:51] <Talhydras> we should not let george’s arsenal get THAT WAY
[13:51] <DanielHawking> George, new weapon: Shitting twitter
[13:51] <George> Oooo, I can’t wait to try out my shiny new Shitting twitter!
[13:51] <Siber> ,,,,
[13:51] <%Icefox> Hey, I removed the dildo Lizzie put in it, didn’t I?
[13:51] <Talhydras> >.<
[13:51] <Siber> That’s a terrible phrase
[13:52] <Talhydras> GJ ICEFOX.
[13:52] <%Icefox> And Dan, I’m removing that one.
[13:52] <Talhydras> did you consciously pick that syntax
[13:52] <%Icefox> We don’t want to go too far, after all.
[13:52] <DanielHawking> I… no
[13:52] <%Icefox> And…  I did not.
[13:52] <DanielHawking> George, new weapon: “Your Mom” joke
[13:52] <George> Oooo, I can’t wait to try out my shiny new “Your Mom” joke!
[13:53] <Talhydras> can we just remove like, the last two minutes of convo from the logs?
[13:53] <%Icefox> Sure!
[13:53] <Talhydras> cool.
[13:54] <DanielHawking> Nope!

Posted on: 20 December 2009

The things that are the most important to me are the things that I tend to have the highest tendency to fail at.

Naturally speaking, this is problematic.

Everyone, I’m sorry. Give me a little bit and I’ll be able to fix it. I think. I hope.

==

Everything on this web site sits as a monument to who I have been as a person. That’s why there exist things that are archaic. Because there needs to be a record of who I am, in case anyone forgets. In case I forget.

ABOUT THE HAWKING CHILD

My name is Daniel Hawking.

There are three fractions that make up this persona.

One of which is sealed closed via the physical realm of the world. One of which is unlocked via the medium known as the Internet. One of which is standing tall, watching over the wondrous horizon in front of him.

Of the first, this is the one most who have met me see, the one shunned, the one unappreciated, the one treated as entertainment instead of a colleague, the one shunted off to the side.

Of the second, only a select few have been able to meet. Coherency and truthful thoughts are the hallmarks of those knowing this fraction, as are trust and belief. Most of the dearest friends know of this section.

Of the third...? Revival of the finest order, as the phoenix of a prince rises from his own ashes. The adventurer, a traveler.

Regardless of fates, this is who I am now.

Daniel Hawking. Prince of Aralonia.

One of many.

A representative of Aralonia.

Together, the collective mindset of a nation.

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