So, I purified my product!
It came to me in a dream...almost. The other day, in those hazy hours just before becoming completely conscious, I had an idea for how to get the diphenylamine out of my product - a fly-over bridge, heating it under vacuum! I was able to sublime the amine away, and clean it out of my product.
I ran NMR this afternoon, and my product in about 85% pure! Much better than the mostly unpure product I had before.
Cheers!
February 16, 2005
February 15, 2005
Another day, another dollar
Thank you to all those parents who hire poor college students to babysit their kids.
That was how I spent Valentine's Day. Babysitting (and making a decent chunk of change). It made my singleness a little bit easier to bear. [Boy, don't I sound like a martyr. Please read that last sentence as toungue-in-cheek.]
Let me just say that this Valentine's Day was probably the most uneventful I've ever experienced. No calls, no cards, no flowers, no chocolate. And I didn't mind at all. I almost didn't even notice (except for the kids' cards, all the tv shows, and fellow bloggers posts). It really didn't phaze me. I confess, I felt a little pang of jealousy when my roommate opened up her Valentine's package from her folks, but not because it was for Valentine's Day, but because I haven't gotten a care package, or any kind of package, from my parents in what feels like a long time. One of the main ways I receive love, I've learned (see the five love languages) is gifts. Now don't interpret that to mean that my heart can be won with money. On the contrary, it's really the 'thought that counts.' A card with a heartfelt message written in it with a (corny) CD that my someone special mixed just for me can mean more than any diamond necklace.
Anyway, off that tangent and on to the next. Yesterday and today have been kind of wierd days [deleted rest of paragraph]
In the lab, today was a good day! I was able to blow an NMR tube, test it with the tesla coil, clean it, and dry it without breaking it. Now I just need to transfer in my sample and the solvent, seal it, and all will be fine and dandy!
Signing off,
J to the 9
That was how I spent Valentine's Day. Babysitting (and making a decent chunk of change). It made my singleness a little bit easier to bear. [Boy, don't I sound like a martyr. Please read that last sentence as toungue-in-cheek.]
Let me just say that this Valentine's Day was probably the most uneventful I've ever experienced. No calls, no cards, no flowers, no chocolate. And I didn't mind at all. I almost didn't even notice (except for the kids' cards, all the tv shows, and fellow bloggers posts). It really didn't phaze me. I confess, I felt a little pang of jealousy when my roommate opened up her Valentine's package from her folks, but not because it was for Valentine's Day, but because I haven't gotten a care package, or any kind of package, from my parents in what feels like a long time. One of the main ways I receive love, I've learned (see the five love languages) is gifts. Now don't interpret that to mean that my heart can be won with money. On the contrary, it's really the 'thought that counts.' A card with a heartfelt message written in it with a (corny) CD that my someone special mixed just for me can mean more than any diamond necklace.
Anyway, off that tangent and on to the next. Yesterday and today have been kind of wierd days [deleted rest of paragraph]
In the lab, today was a good day! I was able to blow an NMR tube, test it with the tesla coil, clean it, and dry it without breaking it. Now I just need to transfer in my sample and the solvent, seal it, and all will be fine and dandy!
Signing off,
J to the 9
February 10, 2005
February 03, 2005
Garden State
"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up is isn't really your home anymore. All of a sudden, even though you have someplace where you put your [stuff] that idea of home is gone...You'll see one day when you move out. Just sorta happens one day, and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know? You won't ever have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself. You know, for - - For your kids. For the family you start. It's like a cycle or something, I don't know. But I miss the idea of it, you know? Maybe that's what family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place."
--Andrew Largeman to Sam
--Andrew Largeman to Sam
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