Winter can fuck right off. I'm bored of winter already. When's spring? Is it soon?
My lab over the road is freezing. It was originally set up for doing stuff with gases and furnaces and fume hoods so it has vicious air make-up units, like permanently cold air-conditioning without any controls. My workshop at Brighton used to be bloody cold, but at least the mostly-ineffectual roof-mounted heaters meant that the biggest draught in the room was a warm one, if you stood in the right place next to the sink. And also, if you're cold in a workshop, all you have to do is do some sawing or something else suitably manual and you warm up nicely; far better for a workshop to be too cold than too hot, so that you're sweating before you even start doing a job. But my pink science doesn't really involve heavy activity. It does involve washing up cuvettes a lot, though I intend to do away with that for scientific reasons as well as for the sake of not getting even colder hands.
In warmer news, Chris (now able to answer back as
cuvavu) is in Vietnam, swimming and kayaking in Ha Long Bay and drinking extraordinarily cheap beer and eating lots of tasty food and pondering the strategic approach to be taken from here. The geographical route from Vietnam and Thailand to India passes though Burma/Myanmar; the path of sense didn't before anyway and really really doesn't right now, which leads to a reassessment of the basic aims of the whole journey. It was good to talk to him on Monday evening, (no webcams now the more technological places have been left behind) but it reminds me that there's a fine line to be walked here, where the now necessarily internalised meets reality. That was always an aspect but talking helps remind me of the sources. Mostly this week I'm managing the balance okay, I think, anyway.
And in musical news, Punch Judy might have a gig in New Cross tomorrow evening (Jodie's been sent a myspace message, though it's all still yet to be confirmed) and that would be a laugh because it's also Jodie's birthday, and, I've got tickets for me and Jon to go and see Chas & Dave on Friday at the 100 Club. Muahahahaha. You could come too, if you like, though it's twenty quid. But Chas & Dave!
My lab over the road is freezing. It was originally set up for doing stuff with gases and furnaces and fume hoods so it has vicious air make-up units, like permanently cold air-conditioning without any controls. My workshop at Brighton used to be bloody cold, but at least the mostly-ineffectual roof-mounted heaters meant that the biggest draught in the room was a warm one, if you stood in the right place next to the sink. And also, if you're cold in a workshop, all you have to do is do some sawing or something else suitably manual and you warm up nicely; far better for a workshop to be too cold than too hot, so that you're sweating before you even start doing a job. But my pink science doesn't really involve heavy activity. It does involve washing up cuvettes a lot, though I intend to do away with that for scientific reasons as well as for the sake of not getting even colder hands.
In warmer news, Chris (now able to answer back as
And in musical news, Punch Judy might have a gig in New Cross tomorrow evening (Jodie's been sent a myspace message, though it's all still yet to be confirmed) and that would be a laugh because it's also Jodie's birthday, and, I've got tickets for me and Jon to go and see Chas & Dave on Friday at the 100 Club. Muahahahaha. You could come too, if you like, though it's twenty quid. But Chas & Dave!
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Date: 2007-09-26 05:04 pm (UTC)