Sciencemadness Discussion Board

Age

hodges - 7-6-2004 at 14:30

I think I might be the oldest one here. I turn 40 soon. I'm guessing at least 90% are younger than me anyway. How old is everyone else here?

thunderfvck - 7-6-2004 at 14:34

I'm turning 20 fairly soon...Half your age :P and a whole lot of living left!

PHILOU Zrealone - 7-6-2004 at 14:53

Depends what chemistry experiments you do, what chemicals you use and what level of safety you have set for yourself...

Life lenght is dependant upon those.
:):D;):P:o:cool:

thunderfvck - 7-6-2004 at 15:01

Yes, I've thought about that.

How long do you think us chemists will live, on average?

Organikum - 7-6-2004 at 15:25

You are wrong Hodges :P

Philou you are wrong too!
How old you get depends much more on how careful you look to the left and right side before you cross a road :P

The_Davster - 7-6-2004 at 15:34

I heard some where that organic chemists have the shortest lifespans of all, 50 something years I think. :(

Lestat - 7-6-2004 at 15:40

I am 18 next month, but I have been interested in all things chemical/pyrotechic
since about age 3-4

PHILOU Zrealone - 7-6-2004 at 16:19

Even with good care and safety in the lab...in practice you can be...

*exposed to minute amounts proteases that will kill lung cells and provoque allergic reactions.
*work at 35°C with bottles of 10 L of CH2Cl2 and toluen that expands and nearly boil under your nose...even if you work in the fumehood.

The last case I have been subject for 2 monthes and I can tell my lever doesn't felt so good in such a little time exposure...hepatotoxic messenger were 200% above normal folowing a blood test I made.

:o:o:o:P:P:P:(:(:(

Quite scarry :(.

Hopefully I don't work there anymore but I thing they should do some bloodtest twice a year to see if there is an evolution and pathology.

chemoleo - 7-6-2004 at 16:34

Well, for one thing the most dangerous job you can do is being a volcanologist... 1 in 10 dies on average on the job. I dont know how that compares to the military though... I bet the Iraqi army also had some high death rates :(

Besides this, I would have thought that the decrease of life span in chemists is not as much an issue these days anymore, because of ever more stringent health and safety regulations...
Probably being a painter or something like that is not particularly good either, as they breathe solvents from the paints day in and day out...

As to age... I must be in a rare group! Still I feel waaayy too old ;)

Magpie - 7-6-2004 at 18:56

I am probably the oldest forum member. I have worked in the chemical industry all my life as a chemical engineer and don't feel I have suffered any ill effects from it. The last 23 years was in the nuclear industry. Here health & safety protection was the best of anyplace due to the easily measureable radiation hazards, but this kept me from the chemical exposure too.

I recently talked to an 83 year old chemist who had worked in metalurgical labs all his life. He also said he didn't feel that this had affected his health. He did mention that "Mr Happy had died." But I think that is to be expected at his age.

Dominus - 7-6-2004 at 22:33

What a sad thing when you look at your pecker and know its dead. 1) Your never having sexual pleasure again. 2) you kinda arent a man. 3) If it's dead....your next and soon to come.
Send that man some flowers.:(

Organikum - 8-6-2004 at 02:01

A dead pecker at 83 isnt bad. Being braindead with the pecker alive at 25 like most are - thats bad. :P

chloric1 - 9-7-2004 at 20:54

Yes, what is even worse is if you have a good mind and you let your pecker do the thinking to many times and you get your wife pregnant the first month of marriage! Not that I mind being a dad but it is so sudden. Kind of a miracle really:D Well, I will be 32 in August and a Dad 6 months later. Scared shitless but kinda excited too!

Age

MadHatter - 30-7-2004 at 18:49

I turned 46 last week. I'm sure I'm one of the oldest members here.
And the pecker is very much alive !

redox - 22-4-2011 at 16:33

This is a necropost, but for the sake of spreading knowledge, I am fourteen (and a half :)). My father ( an organic chemist) is 60, and we often talk chemistry together. It is nice having a brilliant person in the house to bounce ideas off of (similar to the spirit of this forum).

Arthur Dent - 23-4-2011 at 08:01

Cool to have young, enthusiastic amateur chemists of you age. I'm closer to your father's age (48), but my fascination and interest in amateur chemistry is quite intense.

I imagine your dad monitors your experiments and evolution? And I'm sure that he also teaches you all of the porper laboratory methods precautions to avoid unfortunate incidents?

Have fun, be safe.

Robert

Temporary2 - 23-4-2011 at 08:19

There are more old farts online than you think in chemistry. I am 53 and going strong. The owner of the company where I work, a practicing PhD chemist, is still very sharp and active at 64.

I knew a retired chemistry professor while I was graduate school who was sending in corrections to chem abstracts at 83 and could physically run most of my peers into the dirt. I hope I am that alive at 83.

You just have to take care of yourself physically (exercise and safety) and get plenty of rest.

food - 23-4-2011 at 09:04

I read recently that, if you live long enough, at some point you'll switch from being discreet about your age to boasting about it.

I'm still feeling discreet. Suffice it to say that I cringed before the original Dr. Who episodes (you know, the _real_ Doctor). A time when pop bottle lids were lined with cork, potato chips came with the salt in a separate wax paper sachet, and my Dad's car had a hand held crank that would fit in to the front of the vehicle to .. turn it over(?).

Saerynide - 23-4-2011 at 10:46

Wow, chips came with salt on the side?? And there was cork in old pop caps? :o

[Edit]: Since this poll was started in way back in 04 (almost a decade ago!!!) I wonder if the equilibrium has shifted? As the youngin's would've gotten older and I wonder if the rate of young chemists joining balances out the rate of members aging?

I've moved through 3 categories myself, so there must be others here who have as well.

[Edited on 4/23/2011 by Saerynide]

woelen - 27-4-2011 at 01:08

A new poll would be better, not based on age (that changes), but based on year of birth. I'm from 1966.

Here is the thread for the new poll: http://www.sciencemadness.org/talk/viewthread.php?tid=16170

[Edited on 27-4-11 by woelen]

ScienceHideout - 19-6-2011 at 13:04

I'm almost 15 and going through my mid life crisis(sp?)! I'll get my Ph.D., then die. Hopefully I have a baby first. I wanna live to reproduce! If I do have a baby, I want her name to be Benzene. I can call her Benni.

franklyn - 20-6-2011 at 12:33

How many of these threads do we need ?

http://www.sciencemadness.org/talk/viewthread.php?tid=2120
http://www.sciencemadness.org/talk/viewthread.php?tid=3100
http://www.sciencemadness.org/talk/viewthread.php?tid=16170

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Mr. Wizard - 3-7-2011 at 06:37

Quote: Originally posted by food  
I read recently that, if you live long enough, at some point you'll switch from being discreet about your age to boasting about it.

I'm still feeling discreet. Suffice it to say that I cringed before the original Dr. Who episodes (you know, the _real_ Doctor). A time when pop bottle lids were lined with cork, potato chips came with the salt in a separate wax paper sachet, and my Dad's car had a hand held crank that would fit in to the front of the vehicle to .. turn it over(?).


I don't remember any hand cranks on Dad's car, but I remember the cork on bottle caps, and they were heavy glass deposit bottles. The salt pack was a dark blue if I remember right. The whole world was a haze of cigarette and tobacco smoke. The televisions were black and white with hand turned knobs numbered 2-13, with a fine tuning dial behind them. The volume control was mounted under it, and you had to get up the change the channel or volume. When cable TV came years later, t was advertised as 'commercial free'. Any coin over 5 cents in the US was 90% silver.

Brought to you courtesy of "Old Guys With Stories" ;)

Steve_hi - 11-9-2011 at 17:18

Don't know much about chemistry or anything else for that matter. I'm trying to learn alittle bit befor I die. I'm 55

The WiZard is In - 11-9-2011 at 17:48

Quote: Originally posted by Mr. Wizard  

I don't remember any hand cranks on Dad's car, but I remember the cork on bottle caps, and they were heavy glass deposit bottles. The salt pack was a dark blue if I remember right. The whole world was a haze of cigarette and tobacco smoke. The televisions were black and white with hand turned knobs numbered 2-13, with a fine tuning dial behind them. The volume control was mounted under it, and you had to get up the change the channel or volume. When cable TV came years later, t was advertised as 'commercial free'. Any coin over 5 cents in the US was 90% silver.

Brought to you courtesy of "Old Guys With Stories" ;)



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I would add taking the tubes/valves out of the TV and up to the
candy stores tube tester.


solo - 11-9-2011 at 18:07

We used to pay 25cents for a gallon of gasoline when i was in Jr. high.....just turned 66y.o......solo

DeathAdder - 29-10-2011 at 13:34

Wow i appear to be the youngest person here at 13 so that's a bit odd.