Saturday, December 29, 2007

silver catalyst

PS! Fun bits! How does a chemist spend her Christmas Eve when at work?

The conversation started with "Gee, I think I [a lead educator] am the highest in command today since all the administration are out. What's the most dangerous thing we can do today and not get in trouble?"

Cue a brief brainstorm of possibilities, leading to a discussion of jet packs. (Boba Fett?!) The end product:



The bottle contains about 150mL of 30% H2O2. That's me in the beginning releasing the clamp from a pipette, causing powdered silver to fall into the bottle, where it catalyzes the decomposition of hydrogen peroxide into oxygen gas and lots of water (as steam due to the highly exothermic catalysis) that propel the car across the floor.

We tried it again today in front of 60 people, and guess what? It failed! The silver was stuck in the pipette. Arghhh.

Friday, December 28, 2007

slide along my neck, I'm not very interesting; mouth-hungry

Mucho tiempo, y yo no... yo no recuerdo español. Pobresito. J'ai oublié le français aussi. Mais, j'ai... discovered the joys of a Mac's option+key, wee! It just occurred to me that it's Friday night and I am not depressed that I've spent it in my room dancing to the Same Old Playlist with my old friend, glass of red wine. Hello red wine. How are you?

I can't report anything remarkable since 10/1, the same old additions and subtractions, multiplications and divisions, with a few remainders per usual. I wish to be amusing, here. I currently have the bottom half of a dress (ok, a severed nightgown) wrapped scarfishly around my neck. Christmas was unremarkable. DannenFamilyChristmasExplosionPalooza is on Sunday, and the more time I spend with my family, the more unremarkable it becomes. I think I feel that it's too convenient to live only 30 minutes from where I grew up, still in-state and so easily accessible to all that Dannen family. I don't know what familial deprivation feels like.

Plans for Hungary-Croatia, at least as they were, have dissolved due to acknowledgment of the Truth (the Truth being that we are incompatible in interests and coming to terms with it as such), so I remain in Portland in the spring, perhaps. Job, residence, sociality--I feel like an arthropod outgrowing its exoskeleton but with no way to crack it open and itching for a break between my shoulder blades. Scritch scritch scritch. I need growth and change, or at least a good wrestle.

One week, three games of catch-up with school chums: BethBeth today [real life], Xtina yesterday [real life], Aariq and lnzE a little over week ago [video conferencing life]. Reviving!

New Year's resolution: Go to the Art Museum monthly.

New Year's resolution:
Do not grow up to be Your Father's Daughter. No one wants diabetes, and you used to have really fantastic legs in a swimsuit. (So what?)
New Year's resolution:
Sew what.
New Year's resolution: I can't I can't I can't. Go, it's your turn.
New Year's resolution: Be less and do more.
New Year's resolution: You really don't have to.
New Year's resolution: And you really don't need it.
New Year's resolution: Have more dreams about squids and other mollusks.
New Year's resolution: Research diatomic nitrogen as an alternative source of oxidation for respiration. If magnesium can do it at 4000, why can't I at 98.6? Maybe I will turn a lovely neon yellow color, too.
New Year's resolution: Find a recreative (because recreational sounds like meth) chemistry lab partner. Do not blow things up. Well, not too much.

A perfect, luscious, fleshy pear would be heaven right now. As well as gobs of new music, I've been lazy lately with my show-going and have always been poor at researching.