Generality

by phill

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Creative Commons License photo credit: Don Fulano

Well it seems

like none of you enjoyed Monday’s post, or at least, you didn’t feel like exclaiming about the amazing inventiveness of our past crystallographers. Too bad, since I think I’ll keep that practise going; it’s fun for me to try and find cool old science experiment photos, the posts are incidental.

A few events to report, before I tunnel back into my atomic den to hibernate for the day hours:

  • The publication of ‘The Day Daniel Josham Broke Middle Stump’  in The Clearfield Review is in the forthcoming 3rd issue, not the just-released 2nd. My bad. Check it out anyway, it’s got some cracking young authors in there. Be warned the site is a little slow. Not as slow as I, who linked the old website. All fixed!
  • I hosted a poker night last Friday and ended up doing the shifty by winning it. I was drunk though, so can’t lay claim to any real semblence of skill. The funny thing was that a friend of mine, Dino, who attended, decided to go to a poker tournament hte next day. $10 buy-in, with a first prize of $500 and a seat at the national finals with a pot of half a million dollars. And he won it. Unfortunately he can’t attend the big finals due to a previously booked flight to England, but they’re investigating if he can switch it to the one after. Congrats once again to Dino!
  • You might remember I flew to Sydney with a sample in order to do some experiments and it ended up being a massive #fail. Turns out it was a particular step of the experimental process, so we fixed that and sent some more sample over (sans me babysitting it). This time it was properly prepared, but no diffraction pattern could be gained from it. So we’re trying once more thing and if that doesn’t work, I’m dusting my hands of the whole business and focusing on getting what I can with the data we already have. Take away lesson: science is hard.

Louise and I have settled into a pretty good routine with each other at night. The study room, our study room, has completed its evolution to being Louise’s private den and that’s fine. It means she has a place to transcribe her strange sigils while I sit out at the lounge desk and try and revive my writing hobby in the face of infinite distraction. Thankfully she’s managed to grab a part time job back at her old work while looking for a proper-like architecture position. It’ll happen, but in the meantime the financial security is reassuring.

That’s about enough of an update for now. And now it’s past nine o’clock so I can head into the wonderful PLE to order my Mum a barebones PC so that she can get back onto the Intarwebs. Later taters.

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