Extra-Bitter Chocolate Sauce

Today I went over to the trays situated near the exit of doc!'s room to acquire my epic fornications (quizzes) of yesterday. Residing near the trays was a silver pan filled with a pink and orangery substance which turned out to be cake. Next to the pan was a jar of EXTRA-BITTER CHOCOLATE SAUCE. While disappointingly unbitter, the sauce was very viscous due to the chemical properties of its molecules. After examining the sauce, Brian went home and got a face-lift.













Shortly afterwards, I met this suspicious supporter of Nazism perusing a totalitarian novel on a bench. Notice how the poles beneath the bench provide support so that the normal force of the bench will be equal to his weight. Were the poles removed, the torque placed upon the screws attaching the bench to the wall would be too great, and the whole structure would readily collapse. When I approached the strange and evil lad, he transformed, showing his true colors, thereby chasing be back to doc!'s room to record my experiences.

Evil form:

The Shaving

Traditionally, after the Iolani math team wins the Oahu Math League championship, the captains violently shave the Admiral's head. This year, the captains were William Chambers, Sean Cockey, Anders Lee, and Mark Williams. I believe none of them has had previous experience with hairstyling. The primary mechanism in the hair cutter is a grating that will trap the hair in holes while blades whittle away at the black stems. An extension can be placed on the shaver in order to change the length of the hair being shaved off. This allows a hairstylist to design a pattern as the one shown below.


The blades inside the shaver work as they are moving very fast and they have a sharp cutting edge. Since pressure is force over area, when force is large and area is small, the cutting power is optimized. But such power cannot be maintained forever. The blades will eventually dull and the surface area will be increased. That is why replacement blades must be bought every once in a while.

BuckyBalls

In Physics class this week, the class was beleaguered with a torrent of strange and challenging labs. Amidst the cacophony of the classroom, some equally cacophonous lab partners discovered a chain of silver beads: BuckyBalls. While these BuckyBalls may be arranged into any conceivable arrangement, their secret is not so grand. Each ball is simply a magnetic dipole with a North and a South side. The fields of each individual ball interacts with all the other ones in order to form an undulating mass of metal. Some people like to make regular shapes with the BuckyBalls while others are content with mashing the poor spheres between their hands.

A Cow

It was brown.
As usual, I leave my house for school at 4:00 a.m. sharp on most school days. I have seen this strange contraption many times, but have hesitated to take a picture for fear of scaring the residents of this dwelling with my flash. Note that the dish in the image is a parabolic reflector. Electromagnetic waves from a satellite source will be beamed at a relatively infinite distance, making the waves parallel. The waves are then reflected to the focus of the parabola, where that receptor thingy is. This will ensure a clear image or sound on what ever appliance the family is using. I don't want to talk about the geosynchronous satellite that is providing this dish with electromagnetic waves, for fear of disturbing the mv^2/r.

Why Can't It be Battery Acid?

Water is one of those interesting substances that can behave both as a mirror and as a lens. Looking at the picture, a reflection of me with the camera can clearly be seen towards the bottom. Urgh. I thought I would be bigger. Anywayz, while it is not apparent in the picture, the stones at the bottom of the Weinberg Fountain appear to be closer than they actually are, a phenomenon known as refraction. Since water has a greater index of refraction than air, the light will be deflected more. So the rocks appear closer. Refer to the problem set if you're confused. Hope everyone could do it. I'm typing this sitting on God's Throne. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! yeargh...

I Found Your Lab Book

This weekend, there was a math meet. I scored a twenty seven out of thirty as I forgot how to reflect conic sections across a line in a plane. However, we did win the meet overall, with a 252 out of 310 as the first place team. The JV won this meet, so now there is less pressure on them, but still, two thirds of all JV meets lost by Iolani took place during this year. It was a good meet. Even William McQuiston.

In Admiral Park's room, there is a television. When it is not on, the television behaves as a convex mirror. The image is virtual and is smaller in height, as shown by the ray diagram. The screen is actually a lens for the image projected from inside the television, but we have not learned enough to discuss that yet.

Overloading the Circuit

I found this behind my computer today. It turns out that the radio was not working this morning not because of the 'tsunami', but because I plugged in too many appliances into the circuit, tripping the circuit breaker in the house. The wires would have become too darn hot had the circuit breaker not tripped and shut the current off. The problem is, this had never happened before in my 590 years of residence, so we spend half an hour looking for the circuit breaker in the house. Turns out it was in the shed in the yard. This tsunami thing reminds me of those gale winds during finals last year. Perhaps the government has called wolf one too many times.