Projects, Broomball and Words...
The two projects I've been working on this week have not deterred me from my basic studies and have been rather fun. The one for NS-10 had me dressed up as a cowgirl and talking about the food and culture of the south. The one I'm working on now will have me (dressed normally) talking about cloning and what kinds of consequences it will have on our society.
When it comes to cloning a majority of people seem to feel a "gut feeling" about why they disagree with it and we have enough philosophical presentations of a doomsday world through literature to have a basic argument against it. However that's HOOHAH and doesn't make for a very good case study on the whole matter. We do not have the ability to make such certain claimes of the foreseeable future and people who think otherwise are ludicrous. All we have is the theoretical data, the logistics and estimates and our own actions to lead us to the reality of things. Yet every paper I read on this issue was just a reflection of my own inner struggle to decide if I feel that this genetic breakthrough is a technology that leans onto one side or the other, that fine line that divides what's good and bad. Of course this technology can have it's detrimental uses, the judgement of a technology is not founded on what it is, but on what it used for. Still there are some wonderful things that can come of using these procedures.
And now, for the record and as of this moment (because I am still "young and naive"), I feel that the cloning of an entire human being should not be done, but the regeneration of cells, tissues, and organs is an acceptable use of this technology.
On a lighter note, after considering such heavy stuff Friday afternoon, I got the chance to play broomball for the first time. It was so much fun and there was so many people that our time on the ice was a veritable bohemia of movement, sportsmanship and basic silly stupidity. I'm definitely going to try this again if have another social like this.
This was also the first time I spoke clearly to my o-chem study group leader Aldo. It felt like his eyes were able to spot and pick out every single insecurity I had because they were once his own. I'm glad that our circumstances will change from this point on, but it will be a bit depressing when they begin anew. Afterall, all my friends must leave and graduate eventually, for now I will just enjoy their limited prescence around me and write the memories in this thing. ^_^
When it comes to cloning a majority of people seem to feel a "gut feeling" about why they disagree with it and we have enough philosophical presentations of a doomsday world through literature to have a basic argument against it. However that's HOOHAH and doesn't make for a very good case study on the whole matter. We do not have the ability to make such certain claimes of the foreseeable future and people who think otherwise are ludicrous. All we have is the theoretical data, the logistics and estimates and our own actions to lead us to the reality of things. Yet every paper I read on this issue was just a reflection of my own inner struggle to decide if I feel that this genetic breakthrough is a technology that leans onto one side or the other, that fine line that divides what's good and bad. Of course this technology can have it's detrimental uses, the judgement of a technology is not founded on what it is, but on what it used for. Still there are some wonderful things that can come of using these procedures.
And now, for the record and as of this moment (because I am still "young and naive"), I feel that the cloning of an entire human being should not be done, but the regeneration of cells, tissues, and organs is an acceptable use of this technology.
On a lighter note, after considering such heavy stuff Friday afternoon, I got the chance to play broomball for the first time. It was so much fun and there was so many people that our time on the ice was a veritable bohemia of movement, sportsmanship and basic silly stupidity. I'm definitely going to try this again if have another social like this.
This was also the first time I spoke clearly to my o-chem study group leader Aldo. It felt like his eyes were able to spot and pick out every single insecurity I had because they were once his own. I'm glad that our circumstances will change from this point on, but it will be a bit depressing when they begin anew. Afterall, all my friends must leave and graduate eventually, for now I will just enjoy their limited prescence around me and write the memories in this thing. ^_^