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Hi guys, I’m trying to clarify something about the action of hot, acidified potassium dichromate (K2Cr2O7) in organic reactions.

I have this molecule:

CH3CH2CH=CHCH2CH2OH

So it has a C=C double bond in the middle and a primary alcohol at the end.

My question is: under hot acidified K2Cr2O7, what actually happens?

Does it:

1. Break the C=C double bond and convert each carbon of the double bond into a C=O group (like ketones)?
2. Only oxidises the alcohol at the end to a carboxylic acid, leaving the C=C completely untouched?
3. Or does it break the C=C and produce carboxylic acids?
4. Or does it do something else entirely?

I’ve seen conflicting sources online. Some say dichromate can cleave alkenes like KMnO4, others say it only reacts with alcohols/aldehydes. I just want to know what the expected standard reaction is in this kind of scenario.

Thanks in advance for any clear explanations!

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TL;DR: Hey guys, I'm in the market for a new gaming laptop and I've narrowed it down to these 2 -- Which one should I get ?

The AMD only takes 1 slot of storage, so it'll be cheaper to upgrade in the future. But, the intel does have faster ram, but does that really matter since the AMD has a bigger cache size? I only really play AAA games on max graphic settings, but I also play a lot of EU5/HOI4 which are CPU-heavy. Not really sure how big of a difference the AMD makes, I've read around 5% in most cases. The Intel also has a Thunderbolt 4, which I wouldn't really use except maybe for charging, but the regular USB-C also does charging anyway. Also, I've heard that Intel has lower temps and is more efficient? Not sure on that one though. Which one would you guys recommend?

It's essentially:

Faster Ram & Thunderbolt 4

VS

Bigger Cache Size & cheaper storage upgrade

Today, I simply went to get a haircut. There was a new barber shop. I didn’t know if it would be better or worse than the last one; which was splendid. Nonetheless, I decided to take a risk and try it out. It performed even better! On the way back, I walked past a familiar bakery; where I often buy from. Right next to the Bakery, in the shadows, for it was almost sunset, I saw an old man with a short white beard wearing a rugged cap in ragged clothing, wiping his mouth with a tissue while looking at the pavement; he had only one leg (with one of those assistive canes). I looked at him, as I walked past him – yet, afterwards I just couldn’t seem to forget about him; how could I? 

- At the moment, there were lots of thoughts coming to me, which i shall explain as concisely as i can:

Firstly, I presumed that he was indeed poor. Wearing ragged clothing, obviously having just eaten something from the bakery, and wiping his mouth rather excessively with a napkin. But….Why?

From what I can recall, he looked as if he served in some sort of war during the USSR (this encounter takes place in Russia). He looked as if he refused to accept the fact that he is poor. In other words, Why was his face down when he was wiping his face with a napkin? Why did he eat in the shadows and not inside the bakery? Why did he not show any kind of happiness, laughter or emotion? Is he rejoicing at the fact that he received something sweet from the bakery, or crying since it reminds him of what/who he is? If he truly had accepted who he was, then why was he ashamedly hiding it? Was he something more in his past? More importantly, does he know the meaning of Life? Does he know that you should not let society tell you how to behave and live; that you should fully express yourself as you are, and not be ashamed of what others think of you? Why would he hide and not show how happy he is to have received something huge? Or does it make him resent himself….maybe it reminds him of how far down he has gone? Does it remind him of his present/past, or does it show him his future?

To be poor but young is one thing. To be disabled or old, but financially well is one thing. But to be Old, disabled, and poor is unfair? There are several young, rich, and healthy people in the world, having got there by infinite ‘events’. So it only makes sense that there are also several poor, old, and disabled people – why am I surprised?

I thought about turning back, when I reached home, to give him a box of strawberries. But would he feel better or worse with them? More importantly, would he know the true meaning of them? Would he know that there is no free will and that moments in the present are worth fully feeling and expressing and living in? Would he know that he deserves to live a fulfilling Life?

To be a beggar on the road, to be a poor man working 60 hours a week, to be old and working on a farm – they all might seem unfair, but in reality they are just one form of existence and Life. But to refuse everything and to just survive is an insult to humanity. For how can we allow people in such a state to live, or more yet, how can we allow ourselves to live that way? How can we debate about politics, look at the latest BMW, admire a AAA game – Knowing, inside our hearts, that there are people out there who will never experience that. Not just the physical thing, but neither the essence of it – the feel. How can you “Feel” anything, knowing that you are now in a state like him? Knowing that perhaps once you were great and now you are nothing – or that you were never anything. To continue surviving in that state is not bravery, for you would already have stopped living.

Perhaps I'm are being overly critical, perhaps that old man was just an undercover FSB (FBI) agent. But that won’t solve the issue. I see many glimpses of Soviets living their lives here: a father with his daughter in an elevator going back to their apartment – Perhaps the father lost his job, perhaps his wife died, perhaps his daughter got expelled, perhaps his car crashed. All of those could be real events which might have happened, but the odds of them all happening together is incredibly low. That is the life of the ‘old man’. But we must ask ourselves, what is worse: the fact that he knows what state he is and what it means, or the fact that he does not know at all. 

• In other words, would you rather be in his state knowing that infinite ‘events’ led you here, along with your decisions, and that Life (God/Existence), if it wills, might lead you to someplace better – might lead you to a better life and better future like the one which you might have previously had, or never have had before? Knowing that Life is worth loving and living and exploring and expressing and being who you truly are? 
• Or, would you rather that you didn’t know what Life is? That you would rather live knowing that there is no way out, and that there is nothing to live for, that you will now be a poor, old, and disabled man? That there is absolutely nothing to live for and that you must just reflect on your memories and survive – just like a stray cat survives on the street.

 

It is an insult to our species. How is it that this man is any different from a stray cat ? Both depend on ‘luck’ and ‘chance’ (or more precisely “events”), to get food every day. And if they don’t, they die. Both perhaps reflect on their past which might have been better or worse, but both memories serve the same purpose, to give them strength to continue. That or the primitive actions.

But, remember, the old man was embarrassed by his state. He was looking down, wiping his mouth excessively. Why? Did he refuse to see himself as he is? Did he feel ashamed at what society would think of him? Did he think that he was either so pathetic and low-life that even other people should not see him for it would give them discomfort? Wait, does that mean that he has compassion? Does that mean that he cares for other people, knowing that if he doesn't hide himself then they would feel uncomfortable? Is he sacrificing his comfort, for eating while not looking at the sky, just so that the people around him don’t feel uncomfortable? Or is he doing so because he is embarrassed of himself?

The last Roman Emperor, Andreas Palaiologos, Who was the son of the brother of Constantine XI Palaiologos; who was very famous for the battle of Constantinople, and the ‘green gem legend’. Was officially the last Roman Emperor, in exile in Rome. Technically he also had a brother, but his brother actually went back to the ottomans to work for them to make a living – he is typically frowned upon by everyone.

Andreas Palaiologos, Exiled in Rome, with his sister actually taken to Moscow to marry the Russian king [3rd rome] (thanks to the pope, who decided that it was necessary to strengthen the relations with Russia; hence strengthen the relations between Catholic and Orthodox). The point is, Andreas Palaiologos never married and spent his entire life to bring back Rome. He didn’t waste a day in his life (or at least I like to think of it that way), to bring back the Roman empire. He sold his title to France, talked to kings of France, Spain, Austria, etc – did everything. In the end, he was very close to getting an island near Greece (forgot the same of the island), but he failed. The timing was perfect, the ottomans were having a brief civil war (due to the death of their leader), but France didn’t give Andreas Palaiologos the funds for an army. The plan existed on paper and in talks, but due to the war of France & England, France just didn’t see any investment in funding an army for a campaign to the east. There are more details here, but the point is, Andreas Palaiologos eventually died in Rome as a peasant. Luckily, the local church was able to give him a proper burial. The Last Roman Emperor (First Citizen) died as a Peasant.

But Andreas Palaiologos had a purpose, a motive, a will to act and to do something – After all, the Roman Empire rested on his Hands (mostly). With the old man, what does he have to fight for? It’s a good point to ask, why should he even bother to make more sacrifices when he is already this low? Doesn’t this give him permission to drown in whatever comfort he can get for a short time? But if he was truly ‘drowning’ in comfort, he would not be aware of his surroundings….yet he was. So either he does want to pursue greatness but is limited by his scope of understanding the true meaning of life, or he just wants to survive no differently than like a stray cat would.

Whatever his life may be, it still echoes a ‘feeling’. How can you continue with your life knowing that there is someone who is much worse off than you and most probably doesn’t even know it…or maybe does. 

TL;DR: I saw a man who seemed abandoned by life, and what terrified me was not only his suffering, but the thought that his suffering might continue without any purpose, witness, redemption, and without even the person understanding what his suffering means.

Reminds me of Sonya from War & Peace…

I don’t remember the last time I wrote a ‘Diary entry’, nevertheless, I guess this shall be a first – perhaps one day, in the far future, I shall reflect on it. 

Today, I simply went to get a haircut. There was a new barber shop. I didn’t know if it would be better or worse than the last one; which was splendid. Nonetheless, I decided to take a risk and try it out. It performed even better! On the way back, I walked past a familiar bakery; where I often buy from. Right next to the Bakery, in the shadows, for it was almost sunset, I saw an old man with a short white beard wearing a rugged cap in ragged clothing, wiping his mouth with a tissue while looking at the pavement; he had only one leg (with one of those assistive canes). I looked at him, as I walked past him – yet, afterwards I just couldn’t seem to forget about him; how could I? 

- At the moment, there were lots of thoughts coming to me, which i shall explain as concisely as i can:

Firstly, I presumed that he was indeed poor. Wearing ragged clothing, obviously having just eaten something from the bakery, and wiping his mouth rather excessively with a napkin. But….Why?

From what I can recall, he looked as if he served in some sort of war during the USSR (this encounter takes place in Russia). He looked as if he refused to accept the fact that he is poor. In other words, Why was his face down when he was wiping his face with a napkin? Why did he eat in the shadows and not inside the bakery? Why did he not show any kind of happiness, laughter or emotion? Is he rejoicing at the fact that he received something sweet from the bakery, or crying since it reminds him of what/who he is? If he truly had accepted who he was, then why was he ashamedly hiding it? Was he something more in his past? More importantly, does he know the meaning of Life? Does he know that you should not let society tell you how to behave and live; that you should fully express yourself as you are, and not be ashamed of what others think of you? Why would he hide and not show how happy he is to have received something huge? Or does it make him resent himself….maybe it reminds him of how far down he has gone? Does it remind him of his present/past, or does it show him his future?

To be poor but young is one thing. To be disabled or old, but financially well is one thing. But to be Old, disabled, and poor is unfair? There are several young, rich, and healthy people in the world, having got there by infinite ‘events’. So it only makes sense that there are also several poor, old, and disabled people – why am I surprised?

I thought about turning back, when I reached home, to give him a box of strawberries. But would he feel better or worse with them? More importantly, would he know the true meaning of them? Would he know that there is no free will and that moments in the present are worth fully feeling and expressing and living in? Would he know that he deserves to live a fulfilling Life?

To be a beggar on the road, to be a poor man working 60 hours a week, to be old and working on a farm – they all might seem unfair, but in reality they are just one form of existence and Life. But to refuse everything and to just survive is an insult to humanity. For how can we allow people in such a state to live, or more yet, how can we allow ourselves to live that way? How can we debate about politics, look at the latest BMW, admire a AAA game – Knowing, inside our hearts, that there are people out there who will never experience that. Not just the physical thing, but neither the essence of it – the feel. How can you “Feel” anything, knowing that you are now in a state like him? Knowing that perhaps once you were great and now you are nothing – or that you were never anything. To continue surviving in that state is not bravery, for you would already have stopped living.

Perhaps I'm are being overly critical, perhaps that old man was just an undercover FSB (FBI) agent. But that won’t solve the issue. I see many glimpses of Soviets living their lives here: a father with his daughter in an elevator going back to their apartment – Perhaps the father lost his job, perhaps his wife died, perhaps his daughter got expelled, perhaps his car crashed. All of those could be real events which might have happened, but the odds of them all happening together is incredibly low. That is the life of the ‘old man’. But we must ask ourselves, what is worse: the fact that he knows what state he is and what it means, or the fact that he does not know at all. 

• In other words, would you rather be in his state knowing that infinite ‘events’ led you here, along with your decisions, and that Life (God/Existence), if it wills, might lead you to someplace better – might lead you to a better life and better future like the one which you might have previously had, or never have had before? Knowing that Life is worth loving and living and exploring and expressing and being who you truly are? 
• Or, would you rather that you didn’t know what Life is? That you would rather live knowing that there is no way out, and that there is nothing to live for, that you will now be a poor, old, and disabled man? That there is absolutely nothing to live for and that you must just reflect on your memories and survive – just like a stray cat survives on the street.

 

It is an insult to our species. How is it that this man is any different from a stray cat ? Both depend on ‘luck’ and ‘chance’ (or more precisely “events”), to get food every day. And if they don’t, they die. Both perhaps reflect on their past which might have been better or worse, but both memories serve the same purpose, to give them strength to continue. That or the primitive actions.

But, remember, the old man was embarrassed by his state. He was looking down, wiping his mouth excessively. Why? Did he refuse to see himself as he is? Did he feel ashamed at what society would think of him? Did he think that he was either so pathetic and low-life that even other people should not see him for it would give them discomfort? Wait, does that mean that he has compassion? Does that mean that he cares for other people, knowing that if he doesn't hide himself then they would feel uncomfortable? Is he sacrificing his comfort, for eating while not looking at the sky, just so that the people around him don’t feel uncomfortable? Or is he doing so because he is embarrassed of himself?

The last Roman Emperor, Andreas Palaiologos, Who was the son of the brother of Constantine XI Palaiologos; who was very famous for the battle of Constantinople, and the ‘green gem legend’. Was officially the last Roman Emperor, in exile in Rome. Technically he also had a brother, but his brother actually went back to the ottomans to work for them to make a living – he is typically frowned upon by everyone.

Andreas Palaiologos, Exiled in Rome, with his sister actually taken to Moscow to marry the Russian king [3rd rome] (thanks to the pope, who decided that it was necessary to strengthen the relations with Russia; hence strengthen the relations between Catholic and Orthodox). The point is, Andreas Palaiologos never married and spent his entire life to bring back Rome. He didn’t waste a day in his life (or at least I like to think of it that way), to bring back the Roman empire. He sold his title to France, talked to kings of France, Spain, Austria, etc – did everything. In the end, he was very close to getting an island near Greece (forgot the same of the island), but he failed. The timing was perfect, the ottomans were having a brief civil war (due to the death of their leader), but France didn’t give Andreas Palaiologos the funds for an army. The plan existed on paper and in talks, but due to the war of France & England, France just didn’t see any investment in funding an army for a campaign to the east. There are more details here, but the point is, Andreas Palaiologos eventually died in Rome as a peasant. Luckily, the local church was able to give him a proper burial. The Last Roman Emperor (First Citizen) died as a Peasant.

But Andreas Palaiologos had a purpose, a motive, a will to act and to do something – After all, the Roman Empire rested on his Hands (mostly). With the old man, what does he have to fight for? It’s a good point to ask, why should he even bother to make more sacrifices when he is already this low? Doesn’t this give him permission to drown in whatever comfort he can get for a short time? But if he was truly ‘drowning’ in comfort, he would not be aware of his surroundings….yet he was. So either he does want to pursue greatness but is limited by his scope of understanding the true meaning of life, or he just wants to survive no differently than like a stray cat would.

Whatever his life may be, it still echoes a ‘feeling’. How can you continue with your life knowing that there is someone who is much worse off than you and most probably doesn’t even know it…or maybe does. 

TL;DR: I saw a man who seemed abandoned by life, and what terrified me was not only his suffering, but the thought that his suffering might continue without any purpose, witness, redemption, and without even the person understanding what his suffering means.

Reminds me of Sonya from War & Peace…

How are people able to work a 9-5 for decades on end? I mean, what drives you to go to work every day, come back, and repeat the cycle endlessly? What's stopping you from just buying a farm and living free? Why do you choose to live in a 'trapped' cycle of life, in which society tells you what to do with most of your time. I'm just 17, and i can't imagine how anyone would have the willpower to work a 9-5. I go to school only 4 days a week, and even that significantly drains all my energy away, to the point in which i can't think/do anything when i come home. I just want to live free and be free. I don't want to do a 'Job', i want to invent, i want to explore, i want to live! I want to read, to write, to Love, to Become. I don't want to simply 'obey' and to simply 'do'. I would rather be homeless and free, than rich while imprisoned.

Curious as to what guys think. I don't simply want to live a lazy life doing nothing all day while drowning in comfort, i want to live a life in which i can choose to do what i want (or at least have the illusion that i'm choosing to do what i want).