Friday, April 23, 2010

The Princess turns 9



Chad and I were just saying the other day that Ella seems like she is all grown up. Now here we are today with a nine-year-old! A nine-year-old that is almost as tall as me and wears the same shoes as me! A nine-year-old that is very motherly and helps around the house in so many ways. She loves to help me cook and she is very helpful with her brothers. She quizzes Mason on his spelling, plays with Tyson and carries Deacon around. It seems to bring her such joy to make him and everyone happy.

Ella loves to read. If she ever has a spare moment, you will catch her in her room reading. She has such an imagination and is so much fun. She's the sweetest girl ever. Happy Birthday Ella!




- H

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Earth Day


Some people may not be happy with me, but this Earth Day I've been daydreaming about another planet. For the past week, my before-bed reading has been "A Case for Mars" by Robert Zubrin. Lacking the discipline to do a proper book review, I want to share some general ideas that are put forward in this book.

Before going into a detailed description of how Mars could be settled, he does an inspiring job of arguing why we should do it. He is very clear that this is not just an endevour in setting a new altitude record, or landing people there just to plant a flag and head home. He says that Mars has all the elements necessary to not only support life, but to support a technological civilization. Unlike any other extraterrestrial planet, Mars possesses large quantities of carbon, nitrogen, hydrogen, and oxygen. These four elements are the basis of food and water along with plastics, wood, paper, clothing, and rocket fuel.

Mars has a 24 hour day/night cycle and an atmosphere thick enough to shield its surface against solar flares. It also happens to be tilted on its axis like our own planet which also gives it seasons (although each season is twice as long). It is the only other planet that will accomidate large-scale greenhouses lit by natural sunlight. The valuable isotope, Deuterium, is known to be five times more common on Mars than it is on Earth. Also leading to a future economy is the fact that Mars would provide the perfect base from which to mine the Main Belt asteroids known to be rich with valuable metals and ores.

He outlines some of the more incredible real-estate blunders in history: During the period of their global ascendancy, the Spanish ignored North America as being nothing but worthless wilderness. In 1803 Napoleon sold a third of what is now the United States for two million dollars. In 1867 the Czar sold off Alaska for a similar amount. Europeans knew about the existence of Australia for 200 years before the first colony arrived and no European power even attempted to claim the continent until 1830. He said that while these examples of short-sighted statecraft are legendary today, two hundred years from now the apathy of our current governments towards a prize like an entire planet will be viewed in a similar light.

He stresses that he is not just talking about natural resources and real estate; I love this quote: "The true value of America was as the future home for a new branch of human civilization, one that combined its humanistic antecedents and its frontier conditions to develop into the most powerful engine for human progress and economic growth the world has ever seen. The wealth of America was in the fact that she could support people, and that the right kind of people chose to go to her. Every feature of frontier American life that acted to create a practical can-do culture of innovative people will apply to Mars one hundredfold."

The book is heavy with the science and formulas involved and he has calculated his plan down to the smallest detail like how many kg of dry food and water required per crew member per day, but he also does a very good job of putting things in layman's terms. He is particularly harsh in his criticism of NASA with its ballooning budgets and inefficiencies born out of the habit of trying to include as many departments as possible in any plan, rather than doing things as simply as possible.

He outlined NASA's famous "90 day report" that estimated a cost of $450 billion to create 'battlestar galactica' sized ships capeable of carrying all the supplies and fuel for the return trip, and compared it to the failed attempts of the 19th century British navy to explore the Canadian Arctic using huge flotillas of warships loaded with fuel and supplies that either perished or had to turn around due to shortages. Contrast that with the amazing success that was being enjoyed at the same time by fur-trapping explorers who adopted the methods of the natives and traveled light, feeding themselves and their dogs with local game and accomplishing far more in way of exploration, all at an insignificant cost.

Zubrin's plan is basically to travel to Mars by dog sled. He calls the plan "Mars Direct" and outlines that it would require first, an unmanned launch which would deliver onto the surface of Mars an ERV (earth return vehicle) and an ISPP - an in-situ propellant production plant, a chemical production device which can produce rocket fuel from the Martian atmosphere by combining carbon dioxide (95% of the Martian atmosphere) with hydrogen, producing methane and water.

This methanation reaction is a simple chemical process that has been practiced in industry since the 1890's. The chemical plant then splits the water produced into hydrogen and oxygen, storing the oxygen and recycling the hydrogen back into the chemical plant to make more methane and water. A third unit of the plant splits carbon dioxide into oxygen which is stored and carbon monoxide which is vented as waste.

At the end of six months, the small unit will have produced 108 tons of methane and oxygen, thereby eliminating any need for a giant ship to carry the return fuel all the way from Earth. He describes that this process of creating propellant from Mars' most freely available resource, its air, is actually a 19th century, "gas-light era" technology. He compares NASA's approach to what would have happened if Lewis and Clark had attempted to carry with them all the food, water, and supplies that they would need for their entire journey. To prove that this wasn't just theoretical, a working prototype of the chemical plant was built under contract to NASA Johnson Space Center for a total cost of less than $48,000.

According to Mars Direct, by the time the first manned capsule landed on Mars, the astronauts would have a fully fueled ERV sitting waiting for them. According to his plan, after a period of exploration and study, they would leave their habitation behind and return to earth in the ERV. This would be repeated every two years with two boosters being launched, one sending an ERV to a new site, and the other sending a piloted "hab" to rendezvous with an ERV at a previously prepared site.

Eventually, a site will be identified that has the most favorable location/resources, etc and at that point, subsequent flights will work to build up a more permanent base at that location. He outlines how giant domes of Martian-produced plastics could one day house huge areas of agricultural and human habitation where people could work in their shirtsleeves without any need for oxygen masks. The chapters that I am just getting to describe the process whereby we could go about terraforming the entire planet and returning it to the warm, moist state that it once was.

I am crudely summarizing his plan but the point of the book is that we can have people on Mars within 10 years of deciding we want to do it - using 1996 technology and 19th century chemistry - all at a cost of only $30 billion (and that he says, is if NASA does it. He puts forward a convincing argument that private industry could do it even cheaper).

Zubrin believes that if we aren't going forward, we are going backwards and gives the example of the ancient Romans who may have gazed at the ruins of the aquaducts and wondered to themselves "what kind of men were able to build that?" It has been 40 years since the Apollo moon landing and some polls report that up to 25% of people asked don't believe that the moon landing even happened. The possible conspiracy-theory is for another post, but I have to agree that it seems like we are less capeable of putting people on the moon now than we were back in 1969 - the first model year of the legendary CB750 (which coincidentally also causes me to wonder "what sort of men made this?")

That doesn't seem like progress to me...




- C

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Chickens



As you may have noticed, CHEMTD has been offline for a while. Internet forums have been abuzz with speculation as to the cause of our absence. The more popular theories posted seem to be that we were too busy because of the move to our new, Barmet Bay location, or that we were suffering from a case of writer's block, or - and this one doesn't even deserve acknowledging - that we were "too lazy" to update the blog!

The truth of the matter is that while there was a lot to write about in the past few weeks, those events had failed to resolve themselves into any sort of workable theme. That is at least until recently, when it appeared as though a pattern was emerging.



First up, Crystal and Jeremy invited us to their lake where Crystal prepared an Easter Egg hunt for the kids. Everyone had a lot of fun playing together and the kids enjoyed searching for the multicolored plastic eggs filled with candy.



Next, we got to see our Hardy cousins not once, but two weeks in a row. The first visit was from Jewel's family and we went to the zoo to see the updates to the prehistoric park. I have to admit that I was impressed when we came upon the first animatronic dinosaur, roaring and chomping and wagging its tail. The younger kids cried a little and had to be reassured by their parents that the dinosaurs weren't real, which totally hampered my own attempt at convincing my kids that, "oh my goodness, I think the zoo got a real dinosaur by mistake!"




I like this picture because I respect the kind of practical, good advice the sign embodies. "Do not touch Dinosaurs". Of course, that makes perfect sense to me. It's so fundamental you'd think it would go without saying, but at one point in the day I caught Tyson throwing little sticks at them. I thought to myself, "you wouldn't have survived 5 minutes in the caveman days; that stick isn't going to do anything to the dinosaur except draw its attention to you." That's exactly the sort of thing 'natural selection' is talking about.

Another thing I noticed was how Jewel kept calling the kids "chickens", as in, "come on little chickens, lets go this way". I thought it was cute and kind of an appropriate way of describing the noisy little flock. I chose to use that as the title of this post, the same way that book titles are sometimes based on a comment or event that happens in passing at about the halfway point of the story (after you have been wondering the whole time just what the title is supposed to mean).



The following week, Tanis and her kids also came up. While the cousins had a great time together, and everyone is best of friends, I still noticed that there seemed to be a bit of a pecking order. The only thing I could be certain of is that Jessica is at the very bottom of it. She is such a little sweetie though, she didn't seem to be bothered.

Before everyone left to return home, Jewel and Tanis gave Ella and I some birthday presents. In my card from Jewel I found a package of multicolored chocolate eggs. I didn't give much thought to the eggs because, as Jewel felt she needed to clarify when I opened them, they only cost her $0.15.






One further note about pecking order, I took this group of snapshots the other night but still never "saw" it until I looked through them later. It appears as though there is a similar phenomenon amongst our kids. The little yellow chick doesn't seem too bothered by his place in the social hierarchy but, like baby Jessica, that almost makes it more sad.



Lastly, we received an unexpected phone call from friends of ours asking if we could look after their chickens while they went out of town. This is a job we volunteered for because we wanted a source of fresh, non-factory eggs for our new healthy lifestyle (and yesterday morning I had almost a half-dozen of the breakfast taquitos Heather made with these eggs and I feel healthier already). Also, I saw it as a great way to get the kids doing chores that were dirty and smelly while at the same time caring for something that was alive. This is probably the closest we will get to my dream of having a hobby farm while the kids are young.

The boys were a little standoffish to begin with, and Ella kept saying, "disgusting" in kind of a valley-girl pitch that reminded me of an awesome story Tanis told us in which she had threatened Abby, "if you talk to me like a teenager one more time, I'm going to give you a facewash with snow." The boys were easy to handle, all I had to do was promise a stick of gum to anyone who could touch a chicken before it ran away. Once they had done that, there was nothing else to be worried about and soon Tyson was inside the coop spreading wood shavings for bedding. Ella came around too and helped Heather collect the eggs.

I didn't know this beforehand, but apparently hens from different breeds will produce shells of different colours. When the girls showed me the basket of white, brown, and blue-green ovals they had collected, the multicolored eggs made me think two things:

First I thought, "I've seen this before"

Which then made me think...



"I'm ready to write a blog."



- C