Good Friday to you, gentle readers! As you may (or may not) have noticed, the Nomad has not been the most conscientious blogger of late. To that, I say: Um... whoops! In an attempt to get the LJ ball re-rolling again, I bring to you that time honoured and ever-reviled much anticipated of entries: The Week-in-Review post! So sit tight, dear friends, and fasten your seatbelts! The week is about to begin!

Friday: Last Friday, I spent the day with a visiting [livejournal.com profile] josington. Although I stayed home from work, it was still a workday and, thus, we passed the time by installing Ubuntu and other useful software onto my new laptop. In the evening, my beloved [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I went to visit the supertastic [livejournal.com profile] wolfpeach, who gave us lessons on how to make our own [vegetarian] sushi. Much yummy food was made and consumed; there was also a game of Settlers of Catan, in which I eked out a very difficult win. On our way home from [livejournal.com profile] wolfpeach's place, we picked up the adorable [livejournal.com profile] miss_amaranth from The Island. Once home, all four of us -- [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat, [livejournal.com profile] miss_amaranth, [livejournal.com profile] josington and I -- stayed up late with much talking and cuddling.

Saturday: Woke up early and made my way into city centre with [livejournal.com profile] josington to attend OxCon, the annual gaming convention hosted by the Oxford University Board Game Society. These days, I mainly attend for the Puerto Rico tournament. This consists of four games of PR, with tournament points calculated based on the scores of individual games. I have been participating since 2007, making this my fourth year[*]. By the end of the third game, I was ranked amongst the highest four players, thus earning myself a seat at the top table for the final game. Alas, I came in third (of four) there and so I did not win the tournament. Maybe next year.

In the evening, the lovely [livejournal.com profile] fire_kitten rounded out our numbers to five. We made our way to the delicious -- and vegetarian -- pub, The Gardener's Arms for dinner, then came home to play games. We started with Apples to Apples, in which the delightful [livejournal.com profile] miss_amaranth achieved victory, then finished up with Bohnanza, where my darling [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat took the cake. Or at least the beans.

Sunday: Sunday began with [livejournal.com profile] josington and I making our way to St. Andrew's church to ring bells for services. After that, she made her way to a Quaker meeting whilst the four of us who were left headed out to the church-turned-restaurant, Freud, for brunch.

In the afternoon, we all reconvened in Chiron Beta Prime and prepared for our Imbolc ritual. This was the third ritual that we have WORKed together in the current turn of the Wheel of the Year. Just as we did two years ago, [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I have committed to observing all eight sabbats during this turn. In October, my dearest [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat ran our traditional Samhain ritual; in December, I stepped up to the proverbial plate and ran Yule; now [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat re-took the reins to be HP for Imbolc. The ritual itself was rather interesting, involving elements that I had not worked with previously. I cannot give much detail in a public forum, but my sweetie put together another job very well done!

After ritual, [livejournal.com profile] fire_kitten needed to go. [livejournal.com profile] josington and I headed out at the same time to ring bells for evening services at St. Giles church, in city centre. Shortly after we returned home, [livejournal.com profile] wolfpeach arrived. Together, the five of us played Puerto Rico. Because I had not played it enough the day before, of course! Actually, I rarely get tired of PR... and a five player game has a very different dynamic than the four player rounds that I was engaged in the year before. Due to this, I started out way behind as [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat took a commanding lead early on. She was so far ahead of everyone else that I bet her a pizza she would win. As the game went on, however, some early investments in infrastructure began to pay off and I caught up, winning by eleven points. [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat still passed everyone else by a wide margin, but I claimed victory... and she claimed a pizza!

When the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] wolfpeach left, the four of us remaining wound down for the evening with an episode of Jeeves & Wooster.

Monday: Monday morning started, as Monday mornings so often do, with the weekly T2K UK analysis meeting. One of my students was giving a presentation, so I paid particularly careful attention to her talk. It went rather well, I am pleased to report!

After work wrapped up on Monday, [livejournal.com profile] josington and the delicious [livejournal.com profile] miss_amaranth and I met my sweet [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat at The Mission for burritos. Then the evening's extra-curricular activities began.

This week, the theme seems to be a double-dose of evening activities. For instance, on Monday evening, [livejournal.com profile] josington and I rang bells at St. Leonard's church in Eynsham -- a new tower for both of us! This makes the eighteenth tower that I have rung at. The Eynsham bells are a little tricky, though nowhere near as frightful as what [livejournal.com profile] josington has dubbed "The Devil Bells of Garsington". Actually, the #4 at Eynsham was rather nice... and the #2 was not bad, either! The band was moderately experienced, so nothing more than Plain Bob and Grandsire Doubles was attempted.

When ringing ended, we collected [livejournal.com profile] miss_amaranth from the Island and went to the aforementioned Oxford Go Club. I played on a 13x13 board with the same gent who I had squared off against the week before. It was close... but he did defeat me, 23 to 11. Meanwhile, the lovable [livejournal.com profile] miss_amaranth had been learning to play. She and I had a 9x9 game and she did very well for her first match!

The evening ended with us gathering up [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and going for bagels and ice cream at G&D's... then [livejournal.com profile] miss_amaranth had some lovely alone time for talking and snuggling and whatnot!

Tuesday: During the day, Tuesday was filled with errands. My dearest darlingest [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I had our semi-annual dentist appointment, which I am pleased to report went rather well. Then I made a blood donation before bidding [livejournal.com profile] miss_amaranth and [livejournal.com profile] josington farewell.

In the evening, my first extra-curricular activity was bell ringing at St. Andrew's church, here in Headington. That was followed with heading into city centre to meet [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat at the Burton Taylor studio for a performance of Edward Albee's first play (from 1958), The Zoo Story. I have seen this before, but not for many years. Indeed, [livejournal.com profile] yavin7 and I starred in a production of The Zoo Story that I had directed for my acting class at Hampshire College, way back in 1992! It was interesting to re-visit the play with adult eyes. Whilst I still enjoyed it, it was not as compelling as it had been all those years ago.

Wednesday: I began Wednesday -- Groundhog Day -- in a time loop... as some of you may have noticed. Then I made my way into London to spend the day working with RT and others at Queen Mary University of London. Upon my return to Oxford, my first evening activity was to ring bells at St. Mary the Virgin in Iffley. I followed that on with a T2K-SK meeting at 22:00. When the meeting ended, my wonderful [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I enjoyed a lovely stir-fry that she had cooked in her new wok, then I wound down for the evening.

Thursday: Yesterday began by continuing the string of meetings that had begun the night before. The first was our weekly Imperial T2K group meeting, which I chaired. Then I had a brief one-on-one with one of my doctoral students, GK, before the collaboration-wide T2K analysis meeting began. We are very close to approving our first results, so the meetings are coming at us fast and strong!

In the evening, I scaled back to only one extra-curricular activity. In honour of a visitor from Sweden, I opted to forego ringing at St. Giles, playing with the Oxford Go Club, and attending the Oxford Pagan moot. Instead, we convened at Skullcrusher Mountain for an evening of transhumanist gaming. We started with Betrayal at House on the Hill, in which AS commanded a hoard of bats determined to suck us dry. Thankfully, we scared them off and won! Particular kudos go to H, our visitor, for role-playing the Professor so remarkably well!

After Betrayal, the kid gloves came off and we played Illuminati. This was a rather long game, and extremely hard fought. I played the Bavarians and, after many hours and a couple of close calls, finally managed to squeeze through to victory!

Hmmm... If one considers each game separately, I suppose that Thursday can be counted as having two extracurriculars, too! Each game certainly took longer than the other activities this week!

Friday (again): Today has been mostly spent on working. And writing this entry. This evening, I will meet my phenomenal [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat at the Oxford Playhouse to see our third show of the year, Master Class, a piece based on the life of the opera singer Maria Callas.

And that, gentle readers, is the week that was. Still with me? If so, congratulations for sticking it out through the dreaded WiR post! Consider yourself awarded fifty points for sheer perseverance -- well done!


[*] I was unable to attend in 2009, as I needed to be in Japan for a T2K collaboration meeting.

September 4th. The decade is now 96.7% over. Also, it seems like somebody flipped the Autumn Switch promptly when September began. Ever since the first, the weather has been cool and crisp, with leaves changing colour and falling to the ground.

I've been much too lax about updating this journal recently, gentle readers. Allow me to rectify that now, at least in part, with a RotRotWiRP[1] that picks up from after my evening out with my beloved [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat last Saturday.

Sunday: [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I took a stroll through the sculpture garden at the Oxfordshire Museum in Woodstock.[2] Afterward, we snacked and had tea whilst working on our Sooper Sekrit ProjectTM. Planning for the Project, which shall be explained in due course, went quite well... with my dear [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat impressing me once more with how brilliant she can be. In the evening, the beautiful [livejournal.com profile] bunnypip came to visit us at the Flat With No Name; we all ate dinner together and watched Into The Woods before [livejournal.com profile] bunnypip and I headed back to the Leveret Warren.

Monday: This was the one year anniversary of my relationship with the breathtaking [livejournal.com profile] bunnypip. To celebrate, spent part of the day enjoying quality alone time and the rest of it having some new adventures. The theme for the adventures was 'Geometrical Constructions in Northamptonshire.' )

Tuesday: Waking up at the Leveret Warren, I made my way to the university and worked there until evening. Arriving home fairly late, the only extracurriculars that I had time for were a dinner out with [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and finishing up the Iron Man: Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. comic book series.

Wednesday: After work, [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I drove to Stratford-on-Avon to see the Royal Shakespeare Company perform As You Like It. This was the twenty-eighth theatrical production that I have seen this year and makes for twenty-one of the Bard's plays that I have seen the RSC produce. I had already seen this show performed elsewhere on more than one occasion -- so it did not help me on my quest to see all of the Shakespearean plays performed live on stage -- but this was easily the best production that I have witnessed. The entire cast was excellent... but Jaques, in particular, was phenomenal! Very emo... and very entertaining! Also, it was lovely to see many actors return from previous shows that we have attended -- particularly the History Cycle.

Thursday: In the morning, I made my first platelet donation. This imparted on me the valuable knowledge that platelets are orange. Who knew? I was less than impressed with the whole process, though, especially the incompetence displayed by the people at the blood centre. As such, I suspect that I will return to being a whole blood donor, rather than continue on making platelet donations. Giving blood saves lives, but I'm not sure that I can do much more good as a platelet donor than I can as a whole blood donor... and the hassle of giving platelets is much greater.

In the evening, [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I returned to Stratford-on-Avon to see the RSC perform Julius Caesar. As I had not seen this show previously, it means that I have now watched twenty-seven of the Bard's plays performed live on stage. Ten more to go.[4] I enjoyed the production... though I was not as impressed by it as I had been by As You Like It the night before.

At this point, I have seen five plays in the past month -- all of them Shakespearean.[5] Much as I like the Bard's work, I think that it is time to see something different for some variety! As they say, all Shakespeare and no musicals makes Nomad a dull boy...

Friday: Had a good meeting at work this morning. Currently, I am on my way home, writing this entry on the Oxford Tube. This evening, I will go to Newbury to attend the annual meeting of the Newbury Astronomy Society. I am the invited lecturer for this month, kicking off their 2009/2010 season with a talk on Ultra-High Energy Cosmic Rays. Once I get home, I have just enough time to shave, shower, and get myself to Newbury for dinner at six o'clock.

Saturday: As Robbie Burns cautions, it is always risky to talk about plans for things that have not happened yet. Thus, I will not go on about the weekend plans in detail -- time enough to describe them after they have actually happened. Still, I will note that tomorrow I should be heading into London to join my friend TH on his narrowboat, the Walden III. In June, I spent a weekend cruising along the Thames, from Oxford to Reading, with TH; this time, we are going to spend a day exploring London's waterways.

Sunday: On Sunday, the plan is to continue developing the Sooper Sekrit Project. In the early evening, I will be ringing bells at St. Giles in a quarter peal attempt that kicks off the annual St. Giles Fair. Later on, [livejournal.com profile] feanelwa comes over from Cambridge to stay with us for a couple of days.


Meanwhile, of course, there are just over two weeks left until I leave for Japan; I expect life to get ever-busier in that time! At the moment, though, I am home... which means I'd best get that shave and shower done so that I look presentable for my presentation tonight!

Happy Friday to All, and to All a Good Night!


[1] As long-time readers will know, "RotRotWiRP" = "Return of the Return of the Week in Review Post" of course! (What else could it be?)

[2] This is the same place that we went to with [livejournal.com profile] bunnypip and the leverets in March to see Sharmanka.

[3] I am explicitly not counting cathedrals in this comparison. Although Lowick Church is a marvelous parish church, it still cannot compare to York Minster or Winchester Cathedral or the like. (Although it does easily outshine Chelmsford Cathedral)

[4] I realise that there is some debate as to how many plays Shakespeare wrote. For the moment, I am taking thirty-seven plays to be the "correct" number. This may change.

[5] The Comedy of Errors, Cymbeline, Henry V, As You Like It, and Julius Caesar.


anarchist_nomad: (Guess who?)
( Jun. 19th, 2009 02:39 pm)
When I donated blood last week, I asked them to take an extra test tube sample to send off for platelet testing. I just got a call with the results: My platelet count is 271[*], which makes me eligible to donate[**].

So far, that is all fine and good. Whilst I do not relish having another opportunity to stick a needle in my arm[***], I don't see how I can ethically shirk the responsibility if it is going to save lives. Thus, I began scheduling an appointment for my donation.

I had expected to go in quite soon; however, I was informed that I must wait until August -- eight weeks after my last whole blood donation. This puzzled me. On further questioning, it was revealed that I cannot be both a whole blood donor and a platelet donor. Hurm.

I am now left with a bit of a dilemma. Donating platelets would be, without a doubt, far more inconvenient than donating whole blood. I was willing to do it, to help out in as many ways as I possibly can. Yet I now know that one type of donation will preclude the other. Again: Hurm.

Many of my friends have medical training. I now appeal to your collective expertise: Would it be better for me to forgo whole blood donations -- after over a dozen years of being a regular donor -- to switch to platelets? Or are the two roughly equal in value -- I know that there are shortages of each -- and, thus, it does not matter which I donate... so long as I donate.

Thoughts? Opinions?


[*] Can anyone tell me what units this is in? Using a little logic, I think they measure in platelets per milliliter, but I could not get confirmation on this.

[**] A minimum count of 250 is required. Strangely enough, to be a platelet donor, one must also be male!

[***] For platelet donations, the needle stays in a lot longer -- over an hour, as compared to a few minutes! Also, one can donate platelets every few weeks, as opposed to every four months for whole blood.


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Went to donate blood this afternoon, my ninth donation since moving to England three years ago. One more and I upgrade from a blue card to a bronze one. You see, dear friends, the National Blood Service has an "award scheme" based on how many times you have donated.

Of course, my rate of donation has slowed since moving across the pond, as the NHS will only take my blood once per sixteen weeks -- in the States, eight weeks is the norm. I have been giving blood since 1997 and I estimate that I have donated about five or six gallons in that time! That's about seven times the amount of blood that I actually have in my body right now! Not too shabby.

Today, I reached a personal milestone. I have been donating blood regularly for over twelve years. Today, for the first time, I actually looked at the needle. Indeed, I looked at it whilst it was in my arm. I have never so much as seen the thing that punctures me before, let alone see it inserted into my flesh. Usually, I ask the nurse to cover it up with a paper towel. I know that, in the grand scheme of things, this counts for nothing. Still, I am proud of myself for making this personal step forward.

Speaking of the nurse, today I had a very chatty nurse from the Philippines. He was also rather clever. Looking at my name, he asked if I was Arabic. I didn't both to correct him and say that I was Coptic. Close enough. He then surmised what my father's name was. I was duly impressed. Alas, I had to come clean when he asked me if I spoke Arabic. I do not... but apparently he does! When I was finished being drained, he made me a rather tasty strawberry milkshake to start replenishing my bodily fluid.
As mentioned last week, I've been taking a bit of an LJ holiday... inspired by a bad sprain in the left wrist. One week later, it is definitely improved, but not back to normal. This may be in part due to the fact that I really have not been resting it much. Ah well.

In any case, I am now taking a break from my LJ break to just summarise the highlights of my life from the past week. Not terribly interesting to anyone else, I know, but I want to remember certain bits of it. So here they are:

Last week:
Was pleasantly surprised on payday by a rise. Just three percent -- the annual inflation adjustment -- but welcome nonetheless. With large vet bills and seven weeks as a single income household, this year has been a bit tight and any attempt to give me additional income will not be turned away at the door. Actually, the University has been fairly generous in this regard; after twenty-six months here, my salary is nearly 21% higher than it was when I started. That's equivalent to a 0.73% monthly raise -- not too shabby!

Also had a nice "phone date" with [livejournal.com profile] frogcastle last week. It has been nearly six months since last we saw each other, as her Spring visit to Oxford was cancelled on account of her needing surgery. Happily, Starwood is next month (!!!) and we will see much of each other again there!


Weekend:
On Saturday, [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I had a nice day out. The weather cooperated with us, so we spent most of the day out of doors. We started by getting lunch at The Trout. Sitting next to the Thames, we enjoyed our meal while watching the water flow by us. Afterward, we went to the Oxford Botanic Garden, where we enjoyed the first of their summer picnics. In the evening, we went to Lincoln College to see an outdoor production -- our first of the year -- of Twelfth Night. I had not seen it before, so this makes twenty-one of Shakespeare's plays that I have seen performed on the stage, with sixteen more to go.

Sunday's biggest news was, of course, another visit with our new kitten, which I have already written about. The rest of the day was pretty ordinary and involved things like ringing bells for services at St. Giles and preparing the cryostat for this week's work. Not terribly worth writing on.


This week:
A couple of interesting things have happened this week. I already mentioned passing the level three and level four appraisals in my final ice skating course of the term on Monday. On Tuesday I received my first circulated[*] 2008 coin -- a shiny penny, still with the old reverse. And today I made a blood donation, my seventh since moving to England.

At work, we successfully managed to record an alpha-spectrum (using radioactive Americium) with our proto-detector. I talked about this several weeks ago, but it took some time to see a result. Electronics troubles -- most particularly interference from ground loops -- slowed things down and needed to be sorted first. In any case, as of Wednesday morning, we have an alpha-spectrum measurement, which is quite a satisfying step forward.

My ringing has been making steady and noticeable progress. At Mary Mag, I have been having further gos at Plain Bob Major. I am still quite rough at doing this on tower bells, but the practice is precisely what is needed. At St. Cross last week, we did an interesting exercise -- ringing called changes with our backs turned away from each other, using only our ears to guide us. Eeep! Nerve inducing, but quite useful, really. At St. Cross this week, I rang a touch of Plain Bob Doubles... and I thought that I handled myself quite well in it! Very encouraging! Indeed, I am reaching the point where Bob Doubles -- and, yes, I know it is a simple method -- is coming instinctively, without me needing to concentrate intensely on it to ring correctly. Tonight -- in about an hour -- I have another practice at St. Giles, first on handbells and then on tower bells.

Finally, if all this babbling about my life has not driven everyone away, here is a reward for any Batman fans out there. I was completely unaware of this until [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat found it... but there is an animated Batman movie coming out later this year[**]. The trailer does not give away much of the plot, but the animation looks really cool... and the voice of Batman & Bruce Wayne is being done by Kevin Conroy, who also was the voice actor on the most excellent Batman: The Animated Series. Here is the trailer:


[*] I have a complete set of uncirculated UK coins from 2008 already, all with the old reverses. I ordered it from the Royal Mint in December and, indeed, had it before 2007 was out. However, there is still something nifty about receiving one's first coin of the year from regular circulation. At least to me there is.

[**] Direct to DVD, I'm afraid.

As mentioned last week, I've been taking a bit of an LJ holiday... inspired by a bad sprain in the left wrist. One week later, it is definitely improved, but not back to normal. This may be in part due to the fact that I really have not been resting it much. Ah well.

In any case, I am now taking a break from my LJ break to just summarise the highlights of my life from the past week. Not terribly interesting to anyone else, I know, but I want to remember certain bits of it. So here they are:

Last week:
Was pleasantly surprised on payday by a rise. Just three percent -- the annual inflation adjustment -- but welcome nonetheless. With large vet bills and seven weeks as a single income household, this year has been a bit tight and any attempt to give me additional income will not be turned away at the door. Actually, the University has been fairly generous in this regard; after twenty-six months here, my salary is nearly 21% higher than it was when I started. That's equivalent to a 0.73% monthly raise -- not too shabby!

Also had a nice "phone date" with [livejournal.com profile] frogcastle last week. It has been nearly six months since last we saw each other, as her Spring visit to Oxford was cancelled on account of her needing surgery. Happily, Starwood is next month (!!!) and we will see much of each other again there!


Weekend:
On Saturday, [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I had a nice day out. The weather cooperated with us, so we spent most of the day out of doors. We started by getting lunch at The Trout. Sitting next to the Thames, we enjoyed our meal while watching the water flow by us. Afterward, we went to the Oxford Botanic Garden, where we enjoyed the first of their summer picnics. In the evening, we went to Lincoln College to see an outdoor production -- our first of the year -- of Twelfth Night. I had not seen it before, so this makes twenty-one of Shakespeare's plays that I have seen performed on the stage, with sixteen more to go.

Sunday's biggest news was, of course, another visit with our new kitten, which I have already written about. The rest of the day was pretty ordinary and involved things like ringing bells for services at St. Giles and preparing the cryostat for this week's work. Not terribly worth writing on.


This week:
A couple of interesting things have happened this week. I already mentioned passing the level three and level four appraisals in my final ice skating course of the term on Monday. On Tuesday I received my first circulated[*] 2008 coin -- a shiny penny, still with the old reverse. And today I made a blood donation, my seventh since moving to England.

At work, we successfully managed to record an alpha-spectrum (using radioactive Americium) with our proto-detector. I talked about this several weeks ago, but it took some time to see a result. Electronics troubles -- most particularly interference from ground loops -- slowed things down and needed to be sorted first. In any case, as of Wednesday morning, we have an alpha-spectrum measurement, which is quite a satisfying step forward.

My ringing has been making steady and noticeable progress. At Mary Mag, I have been having further gos at Plain Bob Major. I am still quite rough at doing this on tower bells, but the practice is precisely what is needed. At St. Cross last week, we did an interesting exercise -- ringing called changes with our backs turned away from each other, using only our ears to guide us. Eeep! Nerve inducing, but quite useful, really. At St. Cross this week, I rang a touch of Plain Bob Doubles... and I thought that I handled myself quite well in it! Very encouraging! Indeed, I am reaching the point where Bob Doubles -- and, yes, I know it is a simple method -- is coming instinctively, without me needing to concentrate intensely on it to ring correctly. Tonight -- in about an hour -- I have another practice at St. Giles, first on handbells and then on tower bells.

Finally, if all this babbling about my life has not driven everyone away, here is a reward for any Batman fans out there. I was completely unaware of this until [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat found it... but there is an animated Batman movie coming out later this year[**]. The trailer does not give away much of the plot, but the animation looks really cool... and the voice of Batman & Bruce Wayne is being done by Kevin Conroy, who also was the voice actor on the most excellent Batman: The Animated Series. Here is the trailer:


[*] I have a complete set of uncirculated UK coins from 2008 already, all with the old reverses. I ordered it from the Royal Mint in December and, indeed, had it before 2007 was out. However, there is still something nifty about receiving one's first coin of the year from regular circulation. At least to me there is.

[**] Direct to DVD, I'm afraid.

Came to work. Fiddled with cryostat. Nothing significant to report... yet.

Went home at lunchtime and had a delightful conversation with the entrancing [livejournal.com profile] frogcastle. Said conversation reminded me of how much I cannot wait for her to come visit England this Spring!

Took a detour on my way back to work to donate another half litre of my blood. It's not like I was using it, anyway.

While having precious bodily fluid siphoned away, I listened to random music on my MP3 player. One song, from a musical, came on that I have not listened to in some time... and made me smile at the sheer goofiness. One hundred points to the first person who can successfully identify where these lyrics are from[*]:
Now my insecticide contains no dangerous drugs
It can't harm humans but it's curtains for bugs
If you've got six legs, I ain't doing you no favours

Another hundred points to the first person who can identify the historical character who is supposed to be singing said lyrics.

Tonight, [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I are off to Stratford-upon-Avon to see the Royal Shakespeare Company perform Richard II. And thus starts our long awaited viewing of the history cycle!

[*] Contest rules as follows: Honour system here -- if you don't know the answer, don't look it up (or, if you do, don't answer here). Void where prohibited by law. And, in the interests of fairness, any people named [livejournal.com profile] squeektoy42 are ineligible to play. Mainly because such people already know every lyric to every piece of musical theatre already written. (Sorry, sweetie!)
Came to work. Fiddled with cryostat. Nothing significant to report... yet.

Went home at lunchtime and had a delightful conversation with the entrancing [livejournal.com profile] frogcastle. Said conversation reminded me of how much I cannot wait for her to come visit England this Spring!

Took a detour on my way back to work to donate another half litre of my blood. It's not like I was using it, anyway.

While having precious bodily fluid siphoned away, I listened to random music on my MP3 player. One song, from a musical, came on that I have not listened to in some time... and made me smile at the sheer goofiness. One hundred points to the first person who can successfully identify where these lyrics are from[*]:
Now my insecticide contains no dangerous drugs
It can't harm humans but it's curtains for bugs
If you've got six legs, I ain't doing you no favours

Another hundred points to the first person who can identify the historical character who is supposed to be singing said lyrics.

Tonight, [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I are off to Stratford-upon-Avon to see the Royal Shakespeare Company perform Richard II. And thus starts our long awaited viewing of the history cycle!

[*] Contest rules as follows: Honour system here -- if you don't know the answer, don't look it up (or, if you do, don't answer here). Void where prohibited by law. And, in the interests of fairness, any people named [livejournal.com profile] squeektoy42 are ineligible to play. Mainly because such people already know every lyric to every piece of musical theatre already written. (Sorry, sweetie!)
Disclaimer: I am quite knackered as I write this entry. So don't expect coherence. You have been warned.


Eighteen months ago today, I arrived in England to begin life as an expatriate. Although there were definitely some difficult times last September and October, it has overall been a pretty spiffy ride so far. I agree with my assessment of six months ago, that moving here was definitely the right choice.

Yesterday, I gave away half a liter of my blood. Not like I was doing much with it, anyway. No bite marks on my hand this time, either. This makes the fifth time that I have donated blood in the UK -- they will only take it every sixteen weeks, so the count advances more slowly -- which means that I have earned my way to blue donor card. To celebrate, I think I shall throw a party in a couple of weeks, when I get back to the States. How does October 13th at the Event Horizon sound? See you there? Embarrassing though it is to admit, I lost track of how many gallons I donated in the States. Maybe I should call the New York and Heartland Blood Centers to see if they know. Of course, if I ever move back to the States, they will never take my blood again... now that I have lived in the UK.

Tomorrow I leave for Italy. My graduate student, JI, is coming along for his first trip to Gran Sasso. I will be showing him the ropes and training him on how to keep the experiment running.

I have not even begun to pack yet, but I think that can wait until tomorrow. Right now, I think sleep is a really spectacular idea...
Disclaimer: I am quite knackered as I write this entry. So don't expect coherence. You have been warned.


Eighteen months ago today, I arrived in England to begin life as an expatriate. Although there were definitely some difficult times last September and October, it has overall been a pretty spiffy ride so far. I agree with my assessment of six months ago, that moving here was definitely the right choice.

Yesterday, I gave away half a liter of my blood. Not like I was doing much with it, anyway. No bite marks on my hand this time, either. This makes the fifth time that I have donated blood in the UK -- they will only take it every sixteen weeks, so the count advances more slowly -- which means that I have earned my way to blue donor card. To celebrate, I think I shall throw a party in a couple of weeks, when I get back to the States. How does October 13th at the Event Horizon sound? See you there? Embarrassing though it is to admit, I lost track of how many gallons I donated in the States. Maybe I should call the New York and Heartland Blood Centers to see if they know. Of course, if I ever move back to the States, they will never take my blood again... now that I have lived in the UK.

Tomorrow I leave for Italy. My graduate student, JI, is coming along for his first trip to Gran Sasso. I will be showing him the ropes and training him on how to keep the experiment running.

I have not even begun to pack yet, but I think that can wait until tomorrow. Right now, I think sleep is a really spectacular idea...
As I mentioned in yesterday's entry, this past weekend was not a total loss.

The high point of the weekend, for certain, was Saturday night, when [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and C&M joined me for an outing to the Oxford University Museum of Natural History and the adjacent Pitt Rivers Museum. The museums were hosting a special late-night event called In A Different Light. Both museums were open from 8pm until 11pm, with a variety of special things to see and do.

We arrived just before eight o'clock and were greeting by a band of people playing drums on the front lawn of the museum. When the doors opened, we went in -- admission to most museums in the UK is free -- and looked around the natural history museum. Although it is quite close to the building where I work, I had never been inside before. There are carefully preserved kitties and foxes and squids and fossils and many other nifty things. We watched a performance by dancing monks, then listened to a kora player. We got a taste of gamelan from the Oxford Gamelan Society. Yup, we've got all sorts of odd hobbies going on here in Oxford. As is usual these days when we go out in Oxford, ran into other people that we knew... from [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat's job, from my job, from bell ringers.

The Pitt Rivers collection was a particularly special treat. For this event, all the lights in the room that houses the collection were turned off. People entering were given flashlights to use for exploration. Nothing quite beats finding shrunken heads or mummies in the dark! In fact, not only is there a normal human mummy in the collection... there are also mummies of a cat, a dog, a child, and a crocodile! In general, I do like museums, but poking about with a "torch" not quite knowing what one will find gives it a new twist...

Other points of interest during the weekend included going to see an outdoor production of Noel Coward's Private Lives at the Queens College on Friday evening. It was quite amusing and slightly biting, as can be expected from Noel Coward. During the performance, I realized that some of the lines sounded familiar from my high school acting class. Clearly I had done a scene from this long ago. Except that I hadn't! I later remembered that I had done scenes from Christopher Durang's The Actor's Nightmare... which borrows lines from Private Lives. Par for the course, we ran into a former neighbor at the performance and a fellow member of the University board game club on the way home from the show.

We also had time on Saturday for one game of Puerto Rico with C&M. It was very close. [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I tied for the win with forty-seven victory points each. However, she won the tie-breaker and, therefore, the game. Sunday evening, I rang bells for services at St. Giles, including a covering tenor for Plain Hunt Triples and ringing the treble for Plain Hunt Doubles, for which the method diagram is behind this cut. )

And on Saturday afternoon, I had time to go to the pool and swim another mile. So, despite having to cancel some plans for work, the weekend turned out to be far from a total bust.

Unrelated to the weekend, but also worth noting: I gave my fourth blood donation in the UK today. One more and they give me a blue donor's card; currently I have the red one for relatively new donors. That won't happen until September, though, as they only allow people to donate every sixteen weeks. Unlike the US where donations are accepted after an eight week interval. I was a tad nervous that they might notice my left "slit wrist" and say something, but it all went off without a hitch.

This evening, I rang bells at Mary Mag with OUSCR. I got to ring four times, all just rounds and called changes. The most interesting part was at the end, when we rang rounds on all ten bells, instead of just eight. Ten bell rounds are noticeably quicker.
As I mentioned in yesterday's entry, this past weekend was not a total loss.

The high point of the weekend, for certain, was Saturday night, when [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and C&M joined me for an outing to the Oxford University Museum of Natural History and the adjacent Pitt Rivers Museum. The museums were hosting a special late-night event called In A Different Light. Both museums were open from 8pm until 11pm, with a variety of special things to see and do.

We arrived just before eight o'clock and were greeting by a band of people playing drums on the front lawn of the museum. When the doors opened, we went in -- admission to most museums in the UK is free -- and looked around the natural history museum. Although it is quite close to the building where I work, I had never been inside before. There are carefully preserved kitties and foxes and squids and fossils and many other nifty things. We watched a performance by dancing monks, then listened to a kora player. We got a taste of gamelan from the Oxford Gamelan Society. Yup, we've got all sorts of odd hobbies going on here in Oxford. As is usual these days when we go out in Oxford, ran into other people that we knew... from [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat's job, from my job, from bell ringers.

The Pitt Rivers collection was a particularly special treat. For this event, all the lights in the room that houses the collection were turned off. People entering were given flashlights to use for exploration. Nothing quite beats finding shrunken heads or mummies in the dark! In fact, not only is there a normal human mummy in the collection... there are also mummies of a cat, a dog, a child, and a crocodile! In general, I do like museums, but poking about with a "torch" not quite knowing what one will find gives it a new twist...

Other points of interest during the weekend included going to see an outdoor production of Noel Coward's Private Lives at the Queens College on Friday evening. It was quite amusing and slightly biting, as can be expected from Noel Coward. During the performance, I realized that some of the lines sounded familiar from my high school acting class. Clearly I had done a scene from this long ago. Except that I hadn't! I later remembered that I had done scenes from Christopher Durang's The Actor's Nightmare... which borrows lines from Private Lives. Par for the course, we ran into a former neighbor at the performance and a fellow member of the University board game club on the way home from the show.

We also had time on Saturday for one game of Puerto Rico with C&M. It was very close. [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I tied for the win with forty-seven victory points each. However, she won the tie-breaker and, therefore, the game. Sunday evening, I rang bells for services at St. Giles, including a covering tenor for Plain Hunt Triples and ringing the treble for Plain Hunt Doubles, for which the method diagram is behind this cut. )

And on Saturday afternoon, I had time to go to the pool and swim another mile. So, despite having to cancel some plans for work, the weekend turned out to be far from a total bust.

Unrelated to the weekend, but also worth noting: I gave my fourth blood donation in the UK today. One more and they give me a blue donor's card; currently I have the red one for relatively new donors. That won't happen until September, though, as they only allow people to donate every sixteen weeks. Unlike the US where donations are accepted after an eight week interval. I was a tad nervous that they might notice my left "slit wrist" and say something, but it all went off without a hitch.

This evening, I rang bells at Mary Mag with OUSCR. I got to ring four times, all just rounds and called changes. The most interesting part was at the end, when we rang rounds on all ten bells, instead of just eight. Ten bell rounds are noticeably quicker.
anarchist_nomad: (Guess who?)
( Jan. 17th, 2007 05:22 pm)
Blood ) and Bells )
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anarchist_nomad: (Guess who?)
( Jan. 17th, 2007 05:22 pm)
Blood ) and Bells )
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anarchist_nomad: (Guess who?)
( Sep. 26th, 2006 07:51 pm)
Six months ago today, I landed in Heathrow as a new expatriate. Goodness, how time flies! I am now one quarter of the way through my current contract. So I could fulfill it and be back in the States in just another year and a half. Or I could renew it for another year or two. Or I could possibly get the faculty position and be here for many years to come. Most likely, reality will turn out to be none of the above, based on my experience with long term plans. Life is good at tossing out curve balls.

One day ago, I landed at Heathrow again, returning from my meeting and vacation in Paris. The short version of the trip report is that Paris kicks arse. The longer version is being prepared as my post-of-the-day for tomorrow. For anyone who has been there, I'm afraid that there will be no surprises; it was a pretty ordinary sightseeing trip to Paris. However, in a city like that, even the most ordinary sightseeing trip is pretty fantastic! Since England still feels foreign in some ways, I have found myself consciously having to supress asking people things in [my extremely limited] French today.

Today has mainly consisted of the standard settling in that I do after being away for awhile. Checking the mail, petting cats, checking the e-mail, petting cats, catching up on what my friends have posted to LiveJournal, petting cats, stocking the fridge (the one at home, not the dilution one), and so on. The weather was splendid this afternoon, so [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I met in Summertown to get lunch, sitting outdoors at one of the local pubs (the Dew Drop Inn).

In the evening, I went to donate blood for the second time since moving to England. It was a little more eventful than usual, as one woman fainted while donating. However, my own experience was normal and I now have half a litre less blood as well as bite marks on my right hand. As I said, perfectly normal. While waiting to donate, I had a nice conversation with a cute Oxonian who had come for the first time. However, it turned out that she was only seventeen, so any thoughts I had of exchanging contact info were abandoned. Even so, chatting with a pretty girl is a nice way to pass the time while waiting to be punctured and drained of one of your most vital fluids!

I am currently two days behind my last attempt to make one hundred LJ posts in one hundred days. Hurm. And it appears that my efforts have inspired another such project in the lovely [livejournal.com profile] iamthesphinx. Very cool -- it's nice to have company on this mad quest, as I did the first time around (from [livejournal.com profile] resourceress).
anarchist_nomad: (Guess who?)
( Sep. 26th, 2006 07:51 pm)
Six months ago today, I landed in Heathrow as a new expatriate. Goodness, how time flies! I am now one quarter of the way through my current contract. So I could fulfill it and be back in the States in just another year and a half. Or I could renew it for another year or two. Or I could possibly get the faculty position and be here for many years to come. Most likely, reality will turn out to be none of the above, based on my experience with long term plans. Life is good at tossing out curve balls.

One day ago, I landed at Heathrow again, returning from my meeting and vacation in Paris. The short version of the trip report is that Paris kicks arse. The longer version is being prepared as my post-of-the-day for tomorrow. For anyone who has been there, I'm afraid that there will be no surprises; it was a pretty ordinary sightseeing trip to Paris. However, in a city like that, even the most ordinary sightseeing trip is pretty fantastic! Since England still feels foreign in some ways, I have found myself consciously having to supress asking people things in [my extremely limited] French today.

Today has mainly consisted of the standard settling in that I do after being away for awhile. Checking the mail, petting cats, checking the e-mail, petting cats, catching up on what my friends have posted to LiveJournal, petting cats, stocking the fridge (the one at home, not the dilution one), and so on. The weather was splendid this afternoon, so [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I met in Summertown to get lunch, sitting outdoors at one of the local pubs (the Dew Drop Inn).

In the evening, I went to donate blood for the second time since moving to England. It was a little more eventful than usual, as one woman fainted while donating. However, my own experience was normal and I now have half a litre less blood as well as bite marks on my right hand. As I said, perfectly normal. While waiting to donate, I had a nice conversation with a cute Oxonian who had come for the first time. However, it turned out that she was only seventeen, so any thoughts I had of exchanging contact info were abandoned. Even so, chatting with a pretty girl is a nice way to pass the time while waiting to be punctured and drained of one of your most vital fluids!

I am currently two days behind my last attempt to make one hundred LJ posts in one hundred days. Hurm. And it appears that my efforts have inspired another such project in the lovely [livejournal.com profile] iamthesphinx. Very cool -- it's nice to have company on this mad quest, as I did the first time around (from [livejournal.com profile] resourceress).
Quick note now, because maintenance needs to shut off the power in my office soon and so I will be going home early for once. It will still be light out when I leave! Though I will miss the Thursday evening church bells from St. Giles.

I gave blood today for the first time in the UK. It was mostly the same procedure as giving in the States, with a few small differences. They did not ask for ID, they did not give me a bar to squeeze, and they only collect blood every sixteen weeks (in the States, you can donate every eight). They did ask me some questions when they learned I had been in North America, since they are worried about people who might have West Nile virus. However, since I came over in the cold months, I was okay. Ironically, if I ever move back to the States, I can no longer donate blood there because I have lived in the UK. They are worried that this vegetarian may be carrying Mad Cow disease in his blood. Feh. I avoided being disqualified for having [recent] tatoos and piercings. I avoided being disqualified for being a man who has had sex with another man or being a woman who has had sex with a man who has had sex with another man (though I have had sex with women who have had sex with men who have had sex with other men... but thankfully even the bloodbanks are not so ludicrous to rule me out for that!). However, now I am ruled out by the simple act of living in England. More feh.


In other news, before I get the boot, I drove the car in for a maintenance yesterday. I don't have a car, but my landlady's husband does and he is currently away for the foreseeable future, so I am allowed to drive it. I went for my first ride last Sunday, just to get a feel for the car. It broke a six week period of no driving -- the longest since I got Bruce (my first car, the Hyundai Excel) back in 1994. A couple of things I can say about driving in Oxford:

#1) There really is no parking. On a Sunday evening, I still could not find a place to park in the city centre.

#2) I hate roundabouts! Coming back into Oxford yesterday, I thought I was getting off of the Woodstock roundabout onto Woodstock Road. Nope, I learned that I was on the ring road when I saw the Cuttslowe roundabout. Fine, that brought me even closer to home. Just get off of it on Banbury road and I am there. Whoops -- there goes Banbury road; now I am on the Northern Bypass headed towards London! Wasted fifteen minutes getting out of that mix up!

#3) I have not had to buy petrol yet, but I will need to on Saturday before travelling for the weekend. The stations here advertise a price of about 0.979. It would thrill folks in the States; I should take a picture. Except that this is pounds per litre, not dollars per gallon. Multiply by 1.88 to convert pounds to dollars and by 3.8 to convert litres to gallons and you find that the price of petrol here is $7.00/gallon! Makes it hard for me to feel too sympathetic about the price of gasoline in the States (sorry, folks!).


Finally, I should note that the helium liquefier down the road is working again, and we expect a dewar to be delivered tomorrow, thus ending a two week drought. That allows us to go back to cooling down the K-400 cryostat. I am quite excited about this, as I have been waiting to see how this is done...
Quick note now, because maintenance needs to shut off the power in my office soon and so I will be going home early for once. It will still be light out when I leave! Though I will miss the Thursday evening church bells from St. Giles.

I gave blood today for the first time in the UK. It was mostly the same procedure as giving in the States, with a few small differences. They did not ask for ID, they did not give me a bar to squeeze, and they only collect blood every sixteen weeks (in the States, you can donate every eight). They did ask me some questions when they learned I had been in North America, since they are worried about people who might have West Nile virus. However, since I came over in the cold months, I was okay. Ironically, if I ever move back to the States, I can no longer donate blood there because I have lived in the UK. They are worried that this vegetarian may be carrying Mad Cow disease in his blood. Feh. I avoided being disqualified for having [recent] tatoos and piercings. I avoided being disqualified for being a man who has had sex with another man or being a woman who has had sex with a man who has had sex with another man (though I have had sex with women who have had sex with men who have had sex with other men... but thankfully even the bloodbanks are not so ludicrous to rule me out for that!). However, now I am ruled out by the simple act of living in England. More feh.


In other news, before I get the boot, I drove the car in for a maintenance yesterday. I don't have a car, but my landlady's husband does and he is currently away for the foreseeable future, so I am allowed to drive it. I went for my first ride last Sunday, just to get a feel for the car. It broke a six week period of no driving -- the longest since I got Bruce (my first car, the Hyundai Excel) back in 1994. A couple of things I can say about driving in Oxford:

#1) There really is no parking. On a Sunday evening, I still could not find a place to park in the city centre.

#2) I hate roundabouts! Coming back into Oxford yesterday, I thought I was getting off of the Woodstock roundabout onto Woodstock Road. Nope, I learned that I was on the ring road when I saw the Cuttslowe roundabout. Fine, that brought me even closer to home. Just get off of it on Banbury road and I am there. Whoops -- there goes Banbury road; now I am on the Northern Bypass headed towards London! Wasted fifteen minutes getting out of that mix up!

#3) I have not had to buy petrol yet, but I will need to on Saturday before travelling for the weekend. The stations here advertise a price of about 0.979. It would thrill folks in the States; I should take a picture. Except that this is pounds per litre, not dollars per gallon. Multiply by 1.88 to convert pounds to dollars and by 3.8 to convert litres to gallons and you find that the price of petrol here is $7.00/gallon! Makes it hard for me to feel too sympathetic about the price of gasoline in the States (sorry, folks!).


Finally, I should note that the helium liquefier down the road is working again, and we expect a dewar to be delivered tomorrow, thus ending a two week drought. That allows us to go back to cooling down the K-400 cryostat. I am quite excited about this, as I have been waiting to see how this is done...
anarchist_nomad: (Doctor Nomad)
( Apr. 21st, 2006 09:30 pm)
So it turns out that the hour or so of church bells is a regular event. St. Giles Church, which is right across the street from the building I work in, has a notice about bell ringing. Apparently it is considered to be British Folk Art and, to support it, they offer open sessions for bell ringing on Thursday evening. Y'all probably know what word comes to my mind. I think it is so awesome that I can take an evening break from physics to go ring church bells! Damn, but I do like it here!


Speaking of physics, I'm still in my office at the University at 9:30pm. Seems like as good an indication as any that I have gotten into the swing of things here. I'm the last person in the cryo-lab right now -- the second to last left half an hour ago -- and after I post this I am leaving, too. However, it feels good to be getting my bearings and getting work done. Plenty left to learn, of course, but one step at a time. This week, I learned how to cool down a rudimentary cryostat and how to tune SQUIDs and take some calibration measurements with them. Yes, that's right... I get to work with SQUIDs (Superconducting QUantum Interference Devices). Let the jokes begin (see subject line above if you need inspiration). You know what we call it when a SQUID fails, right? It's a dead SQUID. I also get to work with cryogenic liquids, such as liquid nitrogen (77 K) and liquid helium (4 K). Chilling!


In other random news, I had blood drawn at the health centre this morning. After seven or eight years, I am finally starting to seek medical attention for my periodic stomach acid problems. So they drew blood to test for bacteria that might be the culprit. Does this mean that they suspect I have an ulcer? I don't know. We shall see what happens when the test results come back in a week or so...


On another little excursion from the office, I went out to another cycle shop on my lunch break today. This one is out of the question, as the cheapest cycle that they have costs £180. Forget it! After the animal rights demo tomorrow, I plan to hit three more cycle shops, in the Cowley area, and then choose one from the five places that I will have seen. Also, the woman I am renting a room from has two cycles that she has said that I can use. They are both styled for gents, and I prefer riding a ladies style cycle -- I don't care for gender stereotypes, I go with what makes me feel more comfortable -- but I should try adjusting the seats and seeing if I can fit on them anyway. The weather is getting quite nice so if I get myself a cycle tomorrow, I can go out riding on Sunday.


My University ID card finally arrived today -- the last day of my third week at work here. So now I can access the Bodleian library, too. Turns out that there are a plethora of different types cards that you can use to access the Bodleian. Some, like my University ID card or [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat's gold OULS card, can get you access to all of the libraries all of the time (when they are open). Others give only limited access to specific libraries, like the Science Library or the Japanese Library. And still others give access to the library at specific times, like only when the University is on vacation or only during evening hours. Interesting and fascinating in its complexity. Apparently the time-limited cards are mostly intended for students visiting from other institutions, so that their access is secondary to that of the people at Oxford University (like me) or visiting scholars (like [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat).


The strange thing about my University ID card is the photo itself. My picture was taken by the Physics Department photography unit. One "large" print hangs by the entrance to the building, along with photos of everyone else who works in the department, and I was given a stack of smaller prints, each the size of a passport photo. One of the small ones was submitted with my ID card application, but looking at the card, something seemed wrong. My head just isn't that oval! I pulled out another of the small pictures to compare... and it turns out I was right! When they scanned and printed my picture in for the ID card, they changed the aspect ratio for some reason. My head is being smooshed into a narrowed shape. Go figure! Ah, well. They also did not remove the staple attaching the photo to the application form before they scanned it, so you can see a scan of the staple to the left of my head. Hoy vey!


Now that Easter is over, cream-filled chocolate eggs are half off at the grocery! Only 19p each! Sweet!! I shoveled a bakers half-dozen into my basket while I was waiting on the checkout line this afternoon...


Okay, enough random observations for one night. Time to head home...
anarchist_nomad: (Doctor Nomad)
( Apr. 21st, 2006 09:30 pm)
So it turns out that the hour or so of church bells is a regular event. St. Giles Church, which is right across the street from the building I work in, has a notice about bell ringing. Apparently it is considered to be British Folk Art and, to support it, they offer open sessions for bell ringing on Thursday evening. Y'all probably know what word comes to my mind. I think it is so awesome that I can take an evening break from physics to go ring church bells! Damn, but I do like it here!


Speaking of physics, I'm still in my office at the University at 9:30pm. Seems like as good an indication as any that I have gotten into the swing of things here. I'm the last person in the cryo-lab right now -- the second to last left half an hour ago -- and after I post this I am leaving, too. However, it feels good to be getting my bearings and getting work done. Plenty left to learn, of course, but one step at a time. This week, I learned how to cool down a rudimentary cryostat and how to tune SQUIDs and take some calibration measurements with them. Yes, that's right... I get to work with SQUIDs (Superconducting QUantum Interference Devices). Let the jokes begin (see subject line above if you need inspiration). You know what we call it when a SQUID fails, right? It's a dead SQUID. I also get to work with cryogenic liquids, such as liquid nitrogen (77 K) and liquid helium (4 K). Chilling!


In other random news, I had blood drawn at the health centre this morning. After seven or eight years, I am finally starting to seek medical attention for my periodic stomach acid problems. So they drew blood to test for bacteria that might be the culprit. Does this mean that they suspect I have an ulcer? I don't know. We shall see what happens when the test results come back in a week or so...


On another little excursion from the office, I went out to another cycle shop on my lunch break today. This one is out of the question, as the cheapest cycle that they have costs £180. Forget it! After the animal rights demo tomorrow, I plan to hit three more cycle shops, in the Cowley area, and then choose one from the five places that I will have seen. Also, the woman I am renting a room from has two cycles that she has said that I can use. They are both styled for gents, and I prefer riding a ladies style cycle -- I don't care for gender stereotypes, I go with what makes me feel more comfortable -- but I should try adjusting the seats and seeing if I can fit on them anyway. The weather is getting quite nice so if I get myself a cycle tomorrow, I can go out riding on Sunday.


My University ID card finally arrived today -- the last day of my third week at work here. So now I can access the Bodleian library, too. Turns out that there are a plethora of different types cards that you can use to access the Bodleian. Some, like my University ID card or [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat's gold OULS card, can get you access to all of the libraries all of the time (when they are open). Others give only limited access to specific libraries, like the Science Library or the Japanese Library. And still others give access to the library at specific times, like only when the University is on vacation or only during evening hours. Interesting and fascinating in its complexity. Apparently the time-limited cards are mostly intended for students visiting from other institutions, so that their access is secondary to that of the people at Oxford University (like me) or visiting scholars (like [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat).


The strange thing about my University ID card is the photo itself. My picture was taken by the Physics Department photography unit. One "large" print hangs by the entrance to the building, along with photos of everyone else who works in the department, and I was given a stack of smaller prints, each the size of a passport photo. One of the small ones was submitted with my ID card application, but looking at the card, something seemed wrong. My head just isn't that oval! I pulled out another of the small pictures to compare... and it turns out I was right! When they scanned and printed my picture in for the ID card, they changed the aspect ratio for some reason. My head is being smooshed into a narrowed shape. Go figure! Ah, well. They also did not remove the staple attaching the photo to the application form before they scanned it, so you can see a scan of the staple to the left of my head. Hoy vey!


Now that Easter is over, cream-filled chocolate eggs are half off at the grocery! Only 19p each! Sweet!! I shoveled a bakers half-dozen into my basket while I was waiting on the checkout line this afternoon...


Okay, enough random observations for one night. Time to head home...
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