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Everything
we have and do today we owe to those who worked before us. We may not live in a
perfect world but few would argue that things today aren't any better than they
were before. And similarly, I believe that we owe to our antecessors to take
their work even further, and make the world we live in even better, through
scientific progress. The idea of progress -in whatever aspect of science I
happen to work in- is what I want to base my life's works on. My father started
off as a cashier at a bank, and over several years worked his way up to becoming
the Director of that bank. Once I congratulated him and said that I too hoped
some day to achieve the kind of success he had in his professional life. He told
me I could not hope for that, because when he began working he started at the
bottom working to pay his way through school; when I start my career I will
start much further than he started, and as such I have to accomplish much more
than he did. And I will. I owe it to everyone who has created the scientific
ideas and knowledge which allows me to do the things I do. I owe it to my
parents, and, most important of all, I owe it to myself.
I get up every day to do something new; I have not owned a
Television in the past 3 years, and have probably watched less than 50
hours of TV a year in the past 5 years; all my time gets taken up by school and
my research projects, with whatever is left being divided between working on my
car, practicing sports or spending time with my girlfriend; on a busy day I am
more than willing to sacrifice sleep or having a proper meal for a couple more
minutes of a pressing activity.

I
was born on February 13th 1982 in Brasilia, the capital of Brazil. Both my
parents worked (and still work) for a large Brazilian bank and I spent the first
12 years of my life living in Brasilia, going to a couple different private
schools and performing my first experiments ever, mostly in the areas of
chemistry and electricity. As a child, and even today, I have always been extremely
curious; when I was 3 years old I somehow
I managed to get shocked by an electrical outlet and nearly got myself killed...
At age 7, I stuck a bent piece of
wire into an electric socket and watched in bewilderment as the wire instantly
exploded and blackened the wall (and my fingers) around it... I have always been fascinated with
electricity, but I think it was at that moment that I started really admiring
it. This admiration continues to this day and I am able to spend a night awake
just watching a thunderstorm, or spend hours staring at a plasma display... By that age I was also taking
apart anything I could get my hands on: toys, electric showers, home appliances, etc... I was fascinated by how
everything
worked and tried to understand each mechanism involved... I rarely managed to
put them back together, instead, I kept their parts for later use... Around that time I started making my own devices too... By age 8 I was
already experimenting with electromagnets and electric motors, building simple
devices such as doorbell ringers and fans...
Taking another leap in time I go to the time when I was 11 years old... By
then I had obtained my first chemistry set and had started venturing in the
realms of chemistry... I had also recently started experimenting more seriously
with electricity and electric circuits, etching my own printed circuit boards
and building simple electronic devices from plans I found in electronic
magazines (which I had been reading for quite some time). It was then that I
built my first real high voltage device: An
ignition coil driver... Despite only running at 30 watts, it was a pulsed power
system, so it could deliver 30Kilovolt pulses of equal energy level to a small
stun gun... Of course, it was only a matter of time before I (then inexperienced
with high voltage) got myself shocked with it... By that time I was using it to
do silly things, like burning insects or lighting fluorescent
lamps from a distance, and some of the shocks I received were severe enough to
throw me across the room... At one time I was demonstrating the potential
lightning could have to power cities with electricity at a science fair: I had a
1-meter squared model of a small city, with houses, lamp posts, and lights
everywhere. Over the city there was a cotton cloud with a H.V. wire inside it, to produce
the discharge that struck the lightning rod and lit all the lamps in the
city.. The cloud was made of cotton, and, sure enough, it caught fire...
Unbeknownst to me at the time, fire is an excellent conductor of high voltage electricity,
so, when I attempted to put it out, an electric spark leaped to my hand and, by
reflex, I jumped back. The people at the science fair got to watch me get
shocked, hit my head on the wall, and have my project burn down. I did rebuild
the project, and won the science fair, but more importantly I learned a lesson
about safety that I remember vividly to this day.
I was afraid of high voltage for a while after that, but
it didn't stop
me from experimenting: It simply made me more cautious, and, since that one
shock I have rarely ever had any incidents, let alone accidents working with
electricity and high voltage.
That project was one of many I have entered into
science fairs since I was 9 years old. At that age I started competing (and
winning) on every single science fair I could enter. I saw it as a chance to
express myself and meet people interested on my projects, and my parents saw my
success as a reason to encourage me and fund my increasingly complex projects.
At age 13 my family moved to Holland, and I transferred to the European School of Bergen, in Holland (the place where I
learned English, French, Spanish, and some Dutch to complement the Portuguese I
already spoke at home, as well as from where had a chance to live in France for
some time, and travel
almost all of Europe with my parents). From there I continued participating their local
science fairs and when I won my second local prize with a pneumatic motor
project the school decided to enter me for a Dutch science fair (The Petten
Prize). I came first in both years I participated it (one
time I came first AND second place with two projects). From there I was given
the chance to participate in an European Science fair, the Regional JSHS (Junior
Science and Humanities Symposia) in Munich 1998. To my surprise,
I came first (laureate) and was automatically entered into two other science fairs: The
International JSHS, competing with the first place of every state in the US,
plus Europe, where I came third (after having to type my entire presentation on
the flight on the way to Phoenix because I lost the original), and the TMR's Young
Scientist Of The Year contest (in Porto, Portugal, for both Highschool students
and college undergraduates), where, although I didn't make it into the top 3, I
still did very well overall. My stand was the busiest one in the whole
conventions center (look at the picture below to see why! The smoke is
liquid nitrogen, there used to power my prototype engine).
I was also invited to
Intel's International Science fair (the largest one of it's kind in the world),
but it happened at the time I decided to change schools so I could do my
International Baccalaureate, and I wasn't able to go (my other school wasn't
affiliated to these fairs).
As my knowledge and skills continued to grow fed by my constant reading of
any scientific book or science related magazine I could lay my hands on, and by
my constant experimenting which brought new ideas and questions for me to
research upon, my experiments began to grow in magnitude. Then (as now), funding
became a real problem as I would often have several projects running in
parallel and work on them as money and parts became available. One of those
projects in 1998 was high efficiency rocket research. It started off with model
rockets, and then went onto homebuilt rocket motors. First a small hybrid
prototype (bench top, nitrous oxide/rubber), than a larger
butane/propane/nitrous oxide engine which produced several mach diamonds on its
exhaust and was loud enough to have the windows in the garage shake while it was
running over the bench. Then, realizing that my resources would not allow liquid
or hybrid engines to be produced light enough for fly, I started experimenting
with solid fuelled rocket engines. First sugar/potassium nitrate, than
perchlorates, metal powders, nitrocellulose, double base powders, and so on.
These extremely small prototypes (usually built around 1cm diameter brass tubes)
produced incredible thrust for their size, and with ever increasing performance,
I started looking into military rocket patents. It was working with one such
high performance missile fuel containing a high explosive combustion rate
accelerant, that I suffered my first and last accident whilst working in the
lab. An extremely small amount of fuel detonated during testing phase and
cost me my first hospital visit, complete with overnight stay, micro surgery, some nice scars on my hand
and a ride to the police station. I was very fortunate not to have lost sight or
any limbs and became extremely careful
after that, discarding experiments that were too
dangerous (I now see that in my younger years I did not make that distinction,
and was very fortunate not to have had another, perhaps much more serious accident).
Of course, while there may not have been any other accidents, there
certainly were some close calls! I have hundreds of such anecdotes, about stuff
burning, smoking, catching fire, exploding... They would be too many to tell on this page... One I remember
particularly well and will share here happened during sulphuric acid production.
I needed some acid to etch an aluminum pipe prior to soldering. For that, and
for other purposes I decided to filter and concentrate 36% battery acid to 95%+:
the batch was
boiled for 3 and a half hours until the thermometer read 290C and white fumes
were pouring out of the flask and had killed just about all the flies which were
permanent residents of the garage during the summer. I, of course, was wearing a
long sleeved lab apron with long nitrile gloves, and activated carbon gas mask
and polycarbonate goggles. Everything went well throughout the process, until I
decided to pour it on the thick glass flask which was rated for acids storage
(it had a glass stopper). To my surprise, when half the acid had been poured the
flask shattered into pieces and splattered acid all over my coat. Everything
happened so fast, but I remember as though it was slow motion. The boiling hot
acid hitting the white cotton of the clothes and instantaneously turning it
black, the smoke as the acid ate away the concrete floor... I ran for the garden
hose stripping off my clothes. I remember a piece came off the labcoat as I
tugged it, and most of the front was dissolved by the time I could water it
down. I acted quick and didn't have a single drop on my skin: A display of how
good planning and proper safety equipment is always worth using. This procedure
had been attempted several times before and only this time it went wrong
(of course, had I waited for the acid to cool it wouldn't have shattered... But
the flask was supposedly rated for this). This incident ended with a comic
closure as I ran into the house headed for the shower in my underwear past my
family who was having dinner in the kitchen.
And than there were also the incidents that were just plain stupid, like
the day I fired a fuel/oxypropane cannon inside the house
and put a tennis ball through my sister's door... My
parents never quite trusted me in the house by myself after that one...
In an attempt not to be boring or overly boastful, I have obviously left a lot out. Still,
this outlines some of what I have done. I now continue my work (as you can see
on this page) and my studies, hoping to become a professional engineer, and go
work at a large company in research and development... For now I can at least say that I am
very proud of what I have done
so far... There may have been mistakes and incidents, but it was fun, exciting
and rewarding, and had I been given the
chance, I would do it all again!
On a more personal note, I have also done five years of
Karate, 4 years of Judo, 1 year of Gymnastics. I thoroughly enjoy martial arts
for the discipline and focus they give to the body and mind. I was going to get my purple belt by
the time I left to Holland, but there I had to stop my lessons and only
resumed them recently. I am a big fan of extreme sports, doing mountain biking
over summer, snowboarding / skiing in winter and just about anything else when I
get the chance (water ski, jet skis, snowmobiles, motorbikes, go karts, etc). I work out
every now and then to keep my physique (I
am 1m 77 tall and weight 68kilos (5'11 150pounds)) and also to relieve stress. The
only team sports I enjoy are Volleyball and frisbee. I am outgoing and
absolutely love a good party (I was known on a name basis on several dance clubs
in Sao Paulo), but tend sometimes to speak in scientific terms and with a certain indifference which makes many people think of me as
being
arrogant, which is obviously not true. I do have a big ego though, probably because
throughout my life people have been praising me so much for my skills and
accomplishments that I took their word for it. I don't however let it make me overconfident so
that it doesn't hurt my work; when it comes to my devices, I am usually
pessimistic, as the pessimist is never disappointed!
I currently live in
Michigan, USA, and can be seen driving my black Subaru to and from school every
day, running around campus back and forth to my classes or busy at work on the
machine shops in my University. I can always be reached through my e-mail address: sam@power-labs.com
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