The day started with annoyance. Continue reading “It’s Just One of Those Days”
Quite frequently I think about designing some gadget, gizmo, doohickey, or method, either for fun, efficiency, utility, or to see if I could do it and would it work. The issue with generating ideas is keeping them organized. I have only so much mental memory space, so when some brainchild is conceived I write it down on the nearest scrap of paper. I put it in my pocket, hopefully remembering it before it makes it to the wash, so that I can transfer it to a centralized location for later retrieval.
Next issue. The ideas never make it to a centralized location. I have an obsession/addiction for office products; therefore, I have multiple notebooks, folders, and file organizers. At least I try to put these ideas somewhere, but it’s not systemized. A recent culling of obsolete papers, I found a folder I created called “Method Development: SPE Waxes”. Years have gone by since I last worked on developing chromatography methods. Upon sight, it was like memories unzipped. It’s also a reminder that while I have to spend much of mental energy on work for someone else, some of these never get finished because as time passes there is no need to continue with the project. It’s a circle jerk, where I’d like to be working on innovations, but there are only so many hours in the day, or the part you are waiting for is coming from China and before you get it you’re life gets interrupted, yada yada yada. Anyways, as I try to be organized, I’ve found that I have an organization strategy somewhat like a squirrel.
Peculiarities. I prefer hardcover 5 x 5 quad lab notebooks, but they’re kind of expensive, so I never have enough of them. I’d like to have a separate notebook for each contrivance I start to research, design, develop because I never know how many pages will be necessary. I dislike skipping x number of pages to a start researching a new idea, only to come back to the other and run out of pages before the idea is complete. There is also the problem of I’ve stepped away from one project because I got stuck, and then some time later the possible next step occurs to me, but I can’t remember which notebook I put it in because each notebook shares several projects.
And I really must stop here, for now, because I have other things to do. Like make more lists on random pieces of paper.
To whom this may concern:
It was brought to my attention that you are rummaging around the internet, scouting for viral creators. After scrutinizing your company’s website, I measure, you are not soliciting the garden variety virologist. If you need someone to spawn submicroscopic, parasitic particles of genetic material contained in a protein coat, I can be of utility.
I too aspire to someday be amongst a squad of binary wizards. Until then. Thank you.
If we can get a handle on producing carbon neutral energy for supplying grid electricity, the other whopping challenge is transportation. I have a hard time believing that everyone will be driving electric vehicles in the near future. When I say near future, it’s relative. Lets just say that the change over will not be sooner than what is practically attainable. So with that, tackling the transportation emissions issue will greatly affect our ability to meet the emissions target, whatever that is. It will also impact the rate at which we are able to ween ourselves off from petroleum based fuels. Continue reading “Cars/Trucks/Buses: The Transportation Emissions Challenge”
I have been fascinated with populations that congregate on internet sites that misconstrue information related to particular fields of science. I have become so captivated that my circadian rhythm is now the inverse of the daily pattern of the Eastern Standard Time zone.
Currently there is uncertainty as to where the ancestors of this internet population originated. There are pages that do not conform to modern minimalistic design, and observations of the number of visitors per day suggest that these subscribers are not deterred by the lack of user interface (UI) feng shui. They also exhibit signatures of primitive hyper text markup language; however, creation dates were not determined because there were no cyberspace archeologists available to comment on the UI architecture. No one knows how to contact these professionals and it is questionable whether they exist…The domains were bookmarked as potential nucleation sites; however, sites peppered with click bait and overloaded with advertisements were not included due to reduced loading speed annoyance.
To be continued…researching.
I’ve already been through the mourning period, awhile ago. That’s apparent when the tone of my writing on the subject of climate change can be sarcastic, angry, and brutally realistic with a sliver of optimism.
Yep, it sucks.
I dislike how governments aren’t doing something drastic about it because it will cost too many of those green pieces of paper. Or how the fossil fuel industry won’t step up and do the right thing.
It pains me to hear there has been a surge of farmer suicides in India due to drought.
Realistically how can anyone be thinking about a ‘normal’ future for their children? Where extinction of life is occurring at every turn.
When I read some ridiculous excuse from a climate denier, I want to stab myself in the eye.
I sometimes volunteer at a thrift shop. I see the amount of stuff people drop off, to make room for more stuff. I ask myself, “is this what we are destroying the environment for?”
I hear there’s a concern that the local Sport Authority is going out of business. No more Aeropostale? This is absolutely idiotic.
I get sick reading capitalistic comments on the purchasing power of the US dollar. How a US citizen can buy more electricity, buy more meat, buy more things than a Venezuelan. Like it’s cool to be a gluttonous waste.
It bothers me to look out my window because 6 acres of forest were removed to build eco-houses. This little parcel of trees once enclosed a path for the urban deer.
I need to run the numbers.
“What this means, then, is that Apple is engineering a future in which rare, or varying, mixes and versions of songs won’t exist unless Apple decides they do.” A freelance composer discovers that Apple Music deletes music files from his hard drive.