Monthly Archive for June, 2005

you scream, I scream…

liquid nitrogen pics are up!

we didn’t follow any specific recipe. we just mixed one and a half bottles of mocha frappacchino and a carton of heavy cream.

It came out a little ice milky, but still very good! And we didn’t use as much liquid nitrogen as we thought, which was good. Which also means we can make lab ice cream more often. Yay!

wanna quickie?

No time for a real post right now. I’ve had to do a million things today. But…

1. my financial aid form is signed and turned in.

2. my DNA from the CsCl gradient is drying on my bench.

3. we made liquid nitrogen ice cream. awesome. pics tonight (maybe)

4. I ALMOST have a truck rented for trip home. I’m waiting for car rental lady to call me about her conversation with the first dumbass guy I talked to, to confirm the reservation. If all goes well, I’m dropping my dented car off at Maaco, and the nice car rental people will pick me up and give me a truck. We pay for rental from Friday through Monday. Insurance picks up the bill from Tuesday to Friday. We would technically pay from Saturday to Monday, but Maaco thinks they might need to keep my car until then…which means car rental would reimburse us.

This is the plan. CALL ME BACK, LADY!!!!

Also: I heart tanning gel. I look like I’ve been at the beach for a few days. Sans the sand in my crotch.

Shorties writing shorties

Except I’m not short.

But I am busy today. I’m getting my CsCl gradient done today COME HELL OR HIGH WATER!

I’m also expecting a call from the insurance agent to come look at my car. (long story short: a while back I was a victim of a hit and run, from a guy riding his bike illegally on the sidewalk, and he rammed into me as I was waiting to pull out of a driveway.)

So jusk quick ones today. I’ll probably just be adding on to this post, though, so stop by frequently. Like maybe every 15 minutes. Stalker style. I like do to all of you.

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and the lion lay down with the lamb

can it be true? Religion and science…LIVING TOGETHER IN PEACE???

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kaBOOM!

I hate…HATE using the ultracentrifuge.

what is it? Well, a centrifuge is a gizmo that spins things, right? Well, the ultracentrifuge is the mack daddy of all centrifuges (and if there’s a faster one, shut up, I don’t care). It’s the size of a washing machine, and it can spin a rotor very very very fast. I’ve got my CsCl gradient in there at 55,000 rpm. fifty-five thousand…rotations per minute. that’s 917 rotations per second.

That’s fast.

So fast, you have to use a special tube to put your sample in. Shaped like a large capsule with a small tubey opening at the top, which you melt to seal closed. And you’d BETTER make sure that thing is sealed. Because if your tube leaks. YOU’RE SCREWED! AND A VERY EXPENSIVE MACHINE IS NOW BROKEN.

55,000 rpm…I don’t even know how to do the calculation to figure out the g-force on those tubes. But it’s ALOT. So if your tube leaks, then all of a sudden your rotor isn’t balanced. And what happens to a rotor spinning at 55,000rpm when it’s not balanced? I DONT’ KNOW, AND I DON’T EVER WANT TO FIND OUT!!!!

I DO know, that the inside of the ultracentrifuge is made out of tank-grade metal. That’s the metal the army makes tanks out of. In case the insurgents try to attack my CsCl.

So for the rest of the day, I’m going to be a little jumpy. I’m just waiting for the explosion.

I hate ultracentrifuges.

PS: I should mention that it spins for 18 HOURS! 18 HOURS OF WAITING FOR THE EXPLOSION!!!

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Dropping a hunk of donut into liquid nitrogen and then flinging it to the floor is not as entertaining as we’d hoped.

Tomorrow we try the ice cream recipe.

Tightrope

Today is not a good day.

We’re leaving for pittsburgh on friday, and I have a million and a half things to do before then. I have to get my car in for repairs. I have to rent a pickup truck for the trip (we’re coming back with my grandfather’s shopsmith, and likely, my grandparent’s washer and dryer). I have to pack. I have to remember to bring our birth certificates. I have to give Sadie a bath. I have to turn in my form to get my student loan.

I have so much to do in the lab.

I’m living in fear of my advisor right now. I’m avoiding her so she won’t ask me how much I’ve gotten done. If I’ve done my CsCl and started on another 2D gel (no). I’m afraid she’s going to ask me about the meeting I had planned on attending in Colorado at the end of July. I’m not going. I can’t lose a whole month. I need to keep working. And then she will give me shit about taking a week off to go home to pittsburgh.

And if she does that, I will flip out at her. Because if I don’t get out of here, I will go crazy. Total and complete mental breakdown.

I am on the edge right now. I’m hovering on a razor sharp line, and the slightest nudge will push me over.

I’m holding my breath.

tiny bubbles…

Monday I trekked to ANOTHER mall (yay…I hate malls) to exchange the zipper-challenged skirt. I went after working out. After Kev called to tell me that HE was heading home, and that he was going to put the chicken in the rotisserie.

Great - that meant a very late dinner. And I was starving.

(note for people who care: actually, the chicken was still a bit frozen in the middle, so we scrapped the chicken idea and I made beef and bean burritos)

interesting side note: blogger spell check does not recognize the word “burritos”
another side note: I probably still have spelling errors, because I only let spell check get so far before closing it in frustration of it not recognizing words like “burritos” and “blog”

I needed a snack. But there is NOTHING healthy about mall food. And I didn’t want anything that would fill me up. Maybe there was a whorebucks… But, while searching for the Lane Bryant, I passed a very small, interesting beverage-dispensing place, called “Quickly.”

A quick peek inside revealed many bright colors and lots of asian language posters with poor engrish translations (”super fun cool!”), and a menu that included what looked like flavored teas.

hmmm…could they possibly have it? a treat that is hard to come by? Something I had only once…and instantly became an addict.

I quickly returned the skirt, then made by way back to Quickly. A cheerful (Japanese, I think) woman greeted me.

Hello! what can I get for you?

Umm…not sure…

I’m scanning the menu, looking for those two words…

You want slushy? Everyone seem to like slushy!

She started to walk over to the slushy machine in the front of the store. I didn’t want no stinkin’ slushy! I can go to Quik Trip and get a slushy! Where was it! They had to have it!

There! on the counter! a smaller menu!

Actually, I would like a bubble tea, please!

She looked surprised. I bet there’s not alot of call for bubble tea in the north atlanta ‘burbs. She’s probably been shoving slushies down stupid white people’s throats since day one.

So I ordered a honeydew bubble tea…heaven! absolute heaven! A drink and a small snack….ALL IN ONE!

Do you NOT know what a bubble tea is? mmmmmmm….sooo good. Though most people I know don’t like them. I think lots of people have texture issues with food. And if you have problems eating things of odd textures, you will NOT like bubble tea.

Bubble tea is a chilled milky black tea that you can add flavoring to. Not so scary. But…floating in the tea…are soft, lightly sweetened, chewy….black tapioca pearls, about a quarter inch in diameter.

you use a special large straw to slowly sip the tea, and then chew on the tapioca pearls, which are like gummier gummy bears, but with only a faintly sweet taste.

Now I’m going to have to drive my ass up to Gwinnett more often…dammit!