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hodges
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Age
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?
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thunderfvck
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I'm turning 20 fairly soon...Half your age  and a whole lot of living left!
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PHILOU Zrealone
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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.
    
PH Z (PHILOU Zrealone)
"Physic is all what never works; Chemistry is all what stinks and explodes!"-"Life that deadly disease, sexually transmitted."(W.Allen)
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thunderfvck
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Yes, I've thought about that.
How long do you think us chemists will live, on average?
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Organikum
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You are wrong Hodges
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
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The_Davster
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I heard some where that organic chemists have the shortest lifespans of all, 50 something years I think. 
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Lestat
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I am 18 next month, but I have been interested in all things chemical/pyrotechic
since about age 3-4
The meek arn\'t going to inherit everything, their greedy relatives will get there long before someone bothered to tell the meek than someone has
died.
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PHILOU Zrealone
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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.
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.
PH Z (PHILOU Zrealone)
"Physic is all what never works; Chemistry is all what stinks and explodes!"-"Life that deadly disease, sexually transmitted."(W.Allen)
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chemoleo
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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
Never Stop to Begin, and Never Begin to Stop...
Tolerance is good. But not with the intolerant! (Wilhelm Busch)
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Magpie
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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.
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Dominus
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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.
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Organikum
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A dead pecker at 83 isnt bad. Being braindead with the pecker alive at 25 like most are - thats bad.
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chloric1
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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 Well, I will be 32 in August and a Dad 6 months later. Scared shitless but kinda excited too!
Fellow molecular manipulator
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MadHatter
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Age
I turned 46 last week. I'm sure I'm one of the oldest members here.
And the pecker is very much alive !
From opening of NCIS New Orleans - It goes a BOOM ! BOOM ! BOOM ! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !
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redox
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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).
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Arthur Dent
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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
--- Art is making something out of nothing and selling it. - Frank Zappa ---
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Temporary2
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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.
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food
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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(?).
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Saerynide
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Wow, chips came with salt on the side?? And there was cork in old pop caps?
[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]
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woelen
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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]
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ScienceHideout
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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.
hey, if you are reading this, I can't U2U, but you are always welcome to send me an email!
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franklyn
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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
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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"
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Steve_hi
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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
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The WiZard is In
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| 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.
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[This is NY City based in part, e.g., 3rd Avenue el, Fordham Road, &c.]
What ever happened to... GALOSHES... and they were really
ugly and never fit and they had big buckles on them, but
once you got them on you stepped in the slush or the snow
and it didn't matter because you had your galoshes on and
when you tried to take them off, your foot came out of your
shoe... flypaper... Tuesday nights with Uncle Miltie... that
candy made out of wax bottles with the syrupy goo in it and
the colored junk you ate out of little tin cups with tin spoon
s that cut your lip... Zoot suits... Indian grips, Indian burns,
Indian giving and Indian nuts... What ever happened to...
hanging around the playground waiting for the baseball game
to end so that the cute boy in your class would come over and
sock you and pull your hair and chase you and spit at you
and then you knew he liked you... tap dancing... accordio
n lessons... smoking punk... penny loafers, penny candy,
pennies... making bookcovers out of brown paper bags...
singing cowboys... going to see a girl on Friday night who
was babysitting for a family who had a television set and
you watched roller derby... What ever happened to ...
ADENOIDS... and what were they anyway? ... movie stars
everybody could do impersonations of (and how do you do
impersonate Shawn Penn? Sheesh!) ... the Studebaker - the
one you couldn't tell whether it was coming or going...
running boards... butterfly windows... Merc skirts...
Lakepipes... washboards.... wringer washing machines...
Blue... Milk bottles with cream on top... The Ice Man... Horse
drawn vegetable wagons... fat hand-painted ties... see
somebody actually tip his hat when he met a lady on the
street... going to Niagara Falls... making things yourself like
rubberband guns, soap box racers and model airplanes that
you made with balsa wood and dope... the Ottoman
Empire... amino acids... Neptune, Uranus and Pluto...
1066... the Pythagorean Theorem... Champlain and Joliet...
crepe paper... people who came around (like the ice man,
the seltzer man, the scissors grinder)... ladies throwing
water down on you when you played ball under their
windows... making a muscle... that wise mouth kid from up
the block who told you all about sex and what all those words
meant and showed you pictures and you looked at your
parents funny for a week afterwards... Penmanship...
dumping out the pan from under the icebox... wear¬ing a
rabbit's foot for luck and there was always a smart aleck who
said "It wasn't so lucky for the rabbit." ... wearing cigar band
rings... your Mom telling you not to swallow gum because
your insides would stick together... slave bracelets... eating
something without knowing how many calories it had, or
caring, or even knowing what a calorie was... cellophane...
furniture and rugs and baby cribs that never wore out and
stayed in the family... saying a dirty word and having your
mother say "I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap"
and did anyone really ever get his mouth washed out with
soap?... janitors who used to come and fix things and who
never gave you enough heat unless you banged on the
radiator... and what ever happened to banging on the
radiator?... having nametags sewn in your clothing to go to
camp and coming home with somebody else's underwear...
The Swedish Angel... parents speaking another language in the
house when they didn't want you to understand what they
were saying... saying to a girl "you're not al¬lowed" because
she was a girl and girls weren't allowed... Dixie Cup
pictures... virgins... playing marbles with moon aggies,
peewees, kabollas, puries, knuckles down and no
cowpunching... Cracker Jacks where you got real prizes like
metal crickets and wooden whistles... trading your egg salad
sandwich for someone else's peanut butter and jelly... T.S.
T.S. on you.. Step on a crack, break your mother's back...
Takes one to know one... Finders keepers, losers weepers...
Whatever you say, it's double... I have permission...
Two for flinching... Ink-a-bink a bottle of ink... I'll get my
big brother after you... You can't make me. It's a free
country... being able to just get in a car on a Sunday and go
for a drive... What ever hap¬pened to ... Sylvia Kornheiser -
You remember her. She was the smartest kid in the class and
everybody hated her except the teacher and she never let
you copy from her ... or was that Gloria Miller? Or
Theresa what's-her-name? ... Heterosexuality.... being
double jointed... inkwells... forging your mother's signature
on a note to your teacher that said you had an upset
stomach... writing "KICK ME" on someone... Ouija boards..
Haunted Houses... Your getting older if you remember ...
Bungalow Bar Ice Cream trucks and you got a free ice cream if
you found the Lucky Stick.. Spaldeens... Softball when it was
called Indoor...Yo-yo's made of wood... Spinning tops...
Carpet guns... Rock fights... The Fabulous Fifties... Singing
on street corners... The Fordham Baldies... Submarine
watching... Alan Freed... Jocko... Women wore dresses...
You would be happy as a clam playing with a empty cardboard
box.... Pegged pants... Saddle stitching... Dungarees
before they were called Designer Jeans... Pants cuffs...
Sneakers before they were called Running Shoes and didn't
cost $70... Sweat shirt and pants before the were called
Jogging Suits... Gasoline was expensive at .25 cents a
gallon... Going to the movies on Saturday for a quarter and
seeing 3 Features, 20 Cartoons, a Serial and there was gum
under the seat and they gave you a lot of coming attractions
and you stayed to see the movie over... Jujubees...
Wax teeth and moustaches... Jaw Breakers.... Getting a
Free Glass or knife or Green Stamps when you went to the
Gas Station and filled 'er up.... They use to hold-up Gas
stations, not vice-versa... They use to clean your windshield
and ask if you wanted your oil checked and the air was free if
your tires needed it... And you paid after fill-up... Your
getting older if you remember when cars looked like cars...
You could protect yourself from a Atomic Bomb blast by simply
getting under your desk in school and covering your head
with your hands... Cap¬tain Video.... Hopalong Cassidy and
Gabby Hayes.... When cars were named after animals instead
of numbers... Buffalo Bob, Howdy Dowdy and Clarabell...
Andy Devine... Flash Gordon... Dr. Zarkov... Ming the
Merciless... Ringolevio... Hindu... Fins, I called fins...
Larry's... Saloogie... Johnny On the Pony... Fire Hydrants were
called Johnny Pumps... Roller skates were made of metal and
you clamped them onto your shoes with a skate key and
when you tripped they would rip the soles of your shoes off...
Shoes cost less to repair than buying new ones... Gilbert
Chemistry Set... Skully...
What ever happened to.. The 3rd Ave El... Two sewer man...
Scooters made from a roller skate, a 2x4 and a wooden box...
Dead Man's Hill... When Gay meant happy... Your old man
screaming "Wadda think money grows on trees?"... Touch
football was called association... Playing with a football made
out of a rolled up newspaper tied with string. Who could
afford a football?... You use to tape up baseballs when the
cover came off and they were lumpy... They didn't sell stickball
bats in the candy store, so you would finagle Mom into buying
a new broom so you could have a stickball bat... The kid
who was al¬ways calling for Philip Morris... Or walking a
mile for a Camel... Lucky Strike Means Fine Tobacco... The
dancing Old Gold cigarette packs... The guy in the candy
store would sell you loose cigarettes. Two for a penny...
There ere no light beers. You wanted light beer, you added
water, no extra cost... Roasting mickeys... Eating Sen-Sen so
Mom wouldn't be able to detect that you were smoking
cigarettes... You're getting older if you remember when
Nathan's on Central Ave was called Adventurer's Inn..
Playing a real Pinball machine for a dime... Sanitary
Engineer was a garbage man... A hair stylist was a barber...
Barber Poles... Pool halls... Potsy... Playing street checkers
with soda bottle tops filled with wax or tar... Stoops... Tar
Beach... Knocking out the bottom of a garbage can, placing it
over a fire hydrant and opening the hydrant full blast so the
cops couldn't turn it off because they didn't want to get wet...
Hula hoops... Arthur Godfrey... Joltin' Joe DiMaggio... Graffiti
free things... Chicken Markets. NO! Not the 8th Ave variety.
The ones were you would go to with your Mom and she would
pick out the live chicken she was going to cook for dinner.
Then the guy would slit the chicken's throat and place it
upside down in a bucket till it was dead and the blood
drained out. Then he would pluck the feathers off using a
machine with stiff rubber fingers. Mom would clean out the
guts later at home. Poor old Dad would get stuck having to
eat the neck and other parts that Mom and the kids didn't like.
Like the gizzard, heart, liver... Chocolate Egg creams...
Telling the Soda Jerk to make you a Chocolate Malted and
the wise guy saying "POOF! You're a Chocolate Malted!"..
Doctor's made housecalls and you didn't need a Specialist to
bandage your sprained wrist... Going to White Castle on
Fordham Road and eating all those gray hamburgers...
Going to the Paradise Movie House on the Grand Concourse
with those little lights twinkling in the ceiling so that you
thought you were outdoors... Setting up a Lemonade stand
and not worry about the Gov't pouncing on you for tax
evasion... Perrier was called Club Soda and you could get a 2
cents Plain Seltzer at the soda fountain... the Living Room
was called The Parlor and a couch was called a sofa....
And.... and...
And all the other things you remember every now and
then that are gone forever and will never come back.
NOT WRITTEN BY ME /djh/
From some Pre-internet as we know it — RBBS
I would add taking the tubes/valves out of the TV and up to the
candy stores tube tester.
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