Hey blackholesun, hey Stryderunknown,
How did you know I was wearing sweatpants under my armour? Perhaps you're tapping into your psychic potential. In any event I was also wearing full length plate greaves,like awkward chaps, and 3 layers of arm/torso protection;padded leather,chainmail,full plate, and the heaviest,bulkiest full helm ,with crappy suspension, in the troope. The worst of all was those damnable medieval shoes. I broke my pinkie toe on opening day. Well the show must go on....
Now Roger,the producer, said it was 150# of gear, but Stephen, my fighting partner, said he weighed his at 180# and we were comparably equipped,although he had the good helm. At the time,5 yrs ago, I was conservatively 205#. I recall I lost 10# during the season,all sweat. A little math-150+205=355 +5 justifiably convienient pounds=360#/6 for gravity reduction=60#! on with the show.
I spent 2-90minute/day through summer, performing a choreographed show wherein I fought,tumbled,jumped and died. I had to replace my leather straps more than anyone, huahh. At a point in the play I had to leave the field of honor, so I always found a clearing through the 'rotunda' and jumped over the protective bar seperating the audience from the players,huahh again. This bar came as high as my bellybutton, I would say 3' easy.
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I am not well versed in the classics, and I haven't read his 'dialogues' a dozen times, but Socrates and his 'know thyself' catchphrase resonates with us even today. Have you heard that when he went to the oracle of Delphi, the gods mouthpiece proclaimed him the smartest of men, because he professed not to know anything? Anyway, thats the legend. I am definitely no Socrates, but his ideals are still worthy of a line or two. Truly, I am not invested in this exploration of the truth. What do I have to gain by being right or wrong?
But you, blackholesun have tipped your hand -poker term,another story. You seem very much vested on a comfortable outcome. You have judged my intellect somehow inferior,and my research skills inadaquate and have decided you know this answer. Keep at it indeed!
I curb my toungue only because you acknowledged my critical thinking skills, and in my hubris I may be seeing a slight that is unmeant, certainly unwarranted. Of course I will keep at it! The implications of this apparent falsehood are incredible.
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I realize this is not an exact comparison, and I wouldn't expect Buzz and Neil to have my martial training. I spent 2 years in competitive fighting at 143# in the late 80's, but thats another story. But I can tell you I've seen the film and witnessed their range of motion. Although I cannot speak to pressurization-more on this later. With but a slight bend,not nearly the 90 degrees in the film, and some flexibility in the in the ankle,they showed enough, a powerful thrust may be generated. Now remove 300# from my jumps on earth and put me on the moon with similar muscle mass, I'll spot you 10% loss due to space atrophy. Do you still contend a 19" hop is all a fit astronaught can muster? I don't find that credible whatsoever.
I must go, but I shall post a kinder refutation of some interesting issues you have brought forth later.
My friendship to the seekers of Sciforums,
Insanely Elite
How did you know I was wearing sweatpants under my armour? Perhaps you're tapping into your psychic potential. In any event I was also wearing full length plate greaves,like awkward chaps, and 3 layers of arm/torso protection;padded leather,chainmail,full plate, and the heaviest,bulkiest full helm ,with crappy suspension, in the troope. The worst of all was those damnable medieval shoes. I broke my pinkie toe on opening day. Well the show must go on....
Now Roger,the producer, said it was 150# of gear, but Stephen, my fighting partner, said he weighed his at 180# and we were comparably equipped,although he had the good helm. At the time,5 yrs ago, I was conservatively 205#. I recall I lost 10# during the season,all sweat. A little math-150+205=355 +5 justifiably convienient pounds=360#/6 for gravity reduction=60#! on with the show.
I spent 2-90minute/day through summer, performing a choreographed show wherein I fought,tumbled,jumped and died. I had to replace my leather straps more than anyone, huahh. At a point in the play I had to leave the field of honor, so I always found a clearing through the 'rotunda' and jumped over the protective bar seperating the audience from the players,huahh again. This bar came as high as my bellybutton, I would say 3' easy.
Pause narrative
I am not well versed in the classics, and I haven't read his 'dialogues' a dozen times, but Socrates and his 'know thyself' catchphrase resonates with us even today. Have you heard that when he went to the oracle of Delphi, the gods mouthpiece proclaimed him the smartest of men, because he professed not to know anything? Anyway, thats the legend. I am definitely no Socrates, but his ideals are still worthy of a line or two. Truly, I am not invested in this exploration of the truth. What do I have to gain by being right or wrong?
But you, blackholesun have tipped your hand -poker term,another story. You seem very much vested on a comfortable outcome. You have judged my intellect somehow inferior,and my research skills inadaquate and have decided you know this answer. Keep at it indeed!
I curb my toungue only because you acknowledged my critical thinking skills, and in my hubris I may be seeing a slight that is unmeant, certainly unwarranted. Of course I will keep at it! The implications of this apparent falsehood are incredible.Resume narrative
I realize this is not an exact comparison, and I wouldn't expect Buzz and Neil to have my martial training. I spent 2 years in competitive fighting at 143# in the late 80's, but thats another story. But I can tell you I've seen the film and witnessed their range of motion. Although I cannot speak to pressurization-more on this later. With but a slight bend,not nearly the 90 degrees in the film, and some flexibility in the in the ankle,they showed enough, a powerful thrust may be generated. Now remove 300# from my jumps on earth and put me on the moon with similar muscle mass, I'll spot you 10% loss due to space atrophy. Do you still contend a 19" hop is all a fit astronaught can muster? I don't find that credible whatsoever.
I must go, but I shall post a kinder refutation of some interesting issues you have brought forth later.
My friendship to the seekers of Sciforums,
Insanely Elite
