Abstract The purpose of this analysis is to determine the evolution of gravity in the Mario video game series as video game hardware increases. Introduction Gravity is force which is responsible for keeping us on the ground. It is also the force that prohibits us from jumping 50 feet in the air. However, in Mario’s world, gravity does not quite work that way. Mario is able to jump 5 times his height and fall with accelerations that would be deadly to humans. We will find Mario’s acceleration due to gravity by using the formula: where s is the distance he…
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MANBEARPIG WITH A DAFFODIL
This poem was composed as a collective where each student was allowed to write a single sentence. The ManBearPig and daffofil topics came up during the symposia session when experiments on molecular chemistry (with specific reference to things like DNA) were performed. – – – Grasping the flower gently, He is ½ man, ½ bear, ½ pig, with flowers, from Imagination Land! Walking down the isle with a beautiful white dress flowing behind her, the Manbearpig carries a large bouquet of daffodils. Manbearpig lives in a cruel world of injustice. Hairy, muddy, humany. That’s Manbearpig. Being a Manbearpig is very…
TERRY TALKS VIDEO: TIFFANY TONG – REDEFINING BOUNDARIES, URBAN AGRICULTURE
(From Terry talks, November 22, 2008) How often do we connect the words “urban” and “agriculture” in our brains? The word “urban” conjures up a concrete jungle where skyscrapers dominate the grey sky. The word “agriculture” makes me see rows after rows and fields after fields of green crops and livestock dotting the landscape. These words seem to be an unlikely duo to be integrated and be able to produce surprising benefits. But they do. According to the International Development Research Centre, 15% of all food eaten in cities world-wide is grown by city dwellers. Urban agriculture actually provides many…
PERSONAL BIOGENETIC ANALYSIS: PROSPECTUS
I want to be racially profiled, But not by a cop at a stop. I want to find out, By the hair in my snout, What my parent’s parent’s parents Were all about. I’d like to take the yarn of my DNA And compare it to the yarn they’ve been spinning – Aunt Millie says we’ve never been related To anybody who hasn’t been winning. Uncle Ferdinand buries his head in the sand When I mention the Arab in the Jew. And you shuffle and mutter, my dear darling dutter, When I mention the me in the you.
WHAT IS THE POINT OF SCIENCE EDUCATION?
Recently I have found myself in the unintentional, and unenviable, position of final stumbling block to a young lad’s high school graduation. It seems he’s been managing to meet all the minimal requirements for a high school diploma, save one: a grade 10 general science credit. After three years and as many attempts, he is no closer to receiving a passing grade, and convocation is just a few months away. He is not a scholar. His transcript is a string of numbers ranging only from the low- to mid-50s. In education it is generally understood that a student with a…
HOW I GOT OUT OF WRITING AN ESSAY ON H.G. WELL’S THE TIME MACHINE.
January 17, 2005 I received the syllabus for my Humanities course. A humanities course should not be required for my B.Sc degree in Physics. To add insult to injury, we are supposed to do an analysis of Well’s The Time Machine. We are to focus on the historical context when the topic is time travel? Who reads a book on a time machine for social insights? I would do anything to get out of this essay. At dinner, my friends complained about this assignment. I tell them a way out: I will build a time machine. They mocked me, but…
A COLLECTION OF POEMS
Untitled (ice cap) If you went to a polar ice cap as an explorer or whatever and found a woman encased in ice looking up, mouth open, yellow robe maybe she even has a shield would you, tired and itchy, think of her as an Ideal, fall to fighting your companions to the death over the hard cool promise of fidelity, or, sticking to your guns, circle the ice shard watch her staid lips and say it’s only science? — Untitled (humans) When humans are a simple glance in a museum they shine — Untitled (whalebone) Slices of whalebone gently…
ON STRING THEORY
My coworker helped her grandmother move out of her home recently. She was 94, she’d broken her hip and now had to move from a small house in the mountains to a residential care facility in the city. The whole family helped pack up her things and prepare the house to be rented. Like almost everyone who lived during the Depression, she had saved everything. In the attic they found a medium-sized box that was labeled: pieces of string too short to use. (Originally published on October 9th, 2005)
TRASH TALKIN’ AT THE AQUARIUM
Wut up, tortoise? You think you’re all that ’cause you can swim really well and stuff? Well, sorry to disappoint you, son, but I can swim really well, too. Sucka. I need to wear water wings, on account I’m scared of deep water, but that’s still swimming. So bite me, fool. Ooo, shark, what big sharp teeth you have! Too bad four out of five dentists think you’re a doophis. Boo-ya! “Arf! Arf! Look at me: I’m a big fat sea lion! I can wave hello with my big fat flipper and spin a beach ball on my big fat…