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 Not that I'm miserable or suicidal or anything...

Wisdom teeth out cost me: $50 hospital co-pay, $580 anaesthetic, $1,700 surgeon's fees = $2,330 (upfront. I raided my post-PhD vacation fund to pay those bills).
Medicare + my health insurance (in that order) have refunded/paid: rest of hospital, ($170.70 + 56.90) anaesthetic, (0 + $507) surgeon's fees = $734.6
Total out of pocket: Four or more weeks hostelling in Japan.
I don't really like to talk about money on the blog, but this was enough that I had to rant about it. We're talking more money than I've earned this financial year here, and most of the money I have earned this year has gone on my monthly health insurance bill (and my public transport costs and other people's birthday presents).

In other news, in case you missed it, the big earthquake in chile has made the day shorter and I'm not going to feel guilty about my lack of desire to reproduce, regardless of what Kevin Rudd or my grandmother may think (that said, I'm very happy for the acquaintance who I spotted across a mall today who it seems is very pregnant). Also, if you're one of the few people on the internet who hasn't seen this yet, you have to see this.

Expect better news about the thesis tomorrow, I hope. Right now I'm overtired and headed to bed. Sorry for any incoherences.

Labels: linking all over the place, money matters, phd, still poor, teeth, tired

 Well then...

In bullet points, because I'm too lazy for full paragraphs:

• The opening ceremony was fun, yes? I want to watch again tonight, if only for the fun bits with the First Nations dancers, the Bear and the hymn at the end. Also the USA beanies, which are great.
• I didn't get my dream job. Life goes on; I've got a few more to apply to before the weekend is out.
• I'm going to see Nation tomorrow. Looking forward to it muchly.
• I've got the first two sections of chapter one decently drafted so that they're no longer really embarrassing. I've only got one more big section to go, and then two smaller ones, and I think I'll be done. Not where I wanted to be by this weekend, but sometimes life is hard. Writing a page a day of the literature review is not that slack, but I miss the speed of the later chapters. The thesis currently has 80 numbered pages of "quality" content (including bibliography), with 4.5 chapters yet to go.
• I'll likely be switching to wordpress before the "end of March" deadline on blogger. Sorry to say that if they won't work within my blog/site structure I don't want them around anymore. It sucks, but then, so does google. Speaking of, if you don't want everyone to know who you're emailling and what you're emailling about, you might want to jump through many hoops to thoroughly opt out of Buzz.

Umm, I guess that's the important things. To distract, have a couple of fun links:

• Phil Plait - "Seven Ways a Black Hole Can Kill You": A fun lecture on black holes and why they are awesome. (Phil is the author of Bad Astronomy, if you're a n00b to these things)
• Dinosaur Comics on Lady Gaga's facade of bluffing

Now I'd better go write a couple of cover letters and get on with life. Hope you're having a good weekend.

Labels: blogger, jobs, linking all over the place, thesis ftl, web stuff, writing

 Merry-Go-Round...

This story needs to be read by everyone who loved both Wall-E and Battlestar Galactica (the new one).

Don't ask about the thesis. Maybe next week.

Labels: fandom, fanfiction, linking all over the place, yuletide

 So tired...

All I wanted to do today was get that stupid 3rd section of the paper written. I've still got about three paragraphs to go, but at 5pm I realised there was a terrible mistake in my plots, so I had to re-derive the equations and then redraw those instead. But at least I'm still likely to get it done before my meeting with the boss on Wednesday.

But to show I care, here's the uni's Christmas message, complete with snow and talk of the recession.

Labels: club mac, linking all over the place, never going to graduate, thesis ftl, writing

Snippets to avoid thinking about the possible gunshot heard last night...

I find it particularly funny because in the book they don't get a reunion scene and the abridger suggests that if the reader will only contact him he'll supply one he wrote himself.

• Gymnarchus are fucking awesome!
• I want to cosplay MisaMisa as well as this.

And on (modern) romantic comedies and why I don't go to the movies anymore: This. A thousand times this.

Labels: comics, going bump in the night, linking all over the place, Scaredy-Cat

Loose Postings...

Some miscellaneous bits and bobs that were cut from the previous blog entry:

WHY MUST THIS MAN BE SO AWESOME (and creepy)?! I wish to live in his library (note: it's the downstairs one), or just apprentice myself to him and be his slave for the next thirty years. I don't really care which. (Actually, the first two paragraphs of this blog post also makes me happy, because it reminds me of me. And of my mum, who shares a birthday (but for a year) with his Neilship.)

Two Applegeeks comics that make me smile.

Some amazing Powerpuff Girls cosplay, which makes me jealous. I wish I had the time and money to cosplay properly (oh, and that I wasn't too old for it).

One fanfiction review, because it couldn't be resisted, from Discworld: The Uninvited Guest by akamarykate - Granny Weatherwax goes to Susan's christening in place of her grandfather. It's lovely and perfect.

No, wait, one more, because this post has taken an extra day to write, from BSG(2003): This Is the Role of Angels Who Have Begun to Defy God by Nicole Anell - a nicely introspective Caprica Six piece. She's my second-favourite Six, I must admit (Head!Six being number one, naturally), and this is just great. It's about as dark as the show itself.

And one more again, because it's a week later and I still suck. Harry Potter: PUSH - a conservative evangelical Christian goes to Hogwarts. Set post-series, very friendly and gentle, with original characters who will break your heart.

Fight Club: I am Jack's Christmas Tree by J Crew Guy - So much love for this story. It's perfectly in tone and character and it's a Christmas story set in the middle of Fight Club! Yes, please!

Terminator: The Sarah Conner Chronicles: A Jack Knifed Juggernaut (I am born again) by AreNotValid - Cameron, on being a terminator, and why she doesn't want to be a cylon. No really, it's awesome: "Terminators are not capable of believing that they are human. They are not capable of being sleeper agents. They are not like cylons."

Labels: comics, fanfiction, I am a fanfic whore, linking all over the place, Neil is our god, yuletide

400 posts later...

I guess I'm doing okay with this blogging thing. Well, sorta. It has been what, nearly 7 years since I started, so I guess I'm averaging about one post a week or something. I'm very slack, but I muddle through.

Anyway, there's so much to talk about, to bring you up to speed on all I've done these last few weeks. So let's stop feeling nostalgic and get on with stuff. I have a feeling that it might spill over into a second post, because life is kinda like that and I'd rather just post something instead of leaving it in draft mode forever.

Friday 30/1/9 — The Nuclear Reactor Trip

As promised, the other Friday I got to visit ANSTO at Lucas Heights (the only suburb in Sydney that does not contain any residential areas). The entirety of the newly rebranded Faculty of Science at the University was invited, and there was nothing on the application form that said postgrad students weren't allowed along, so I put my name down and they deigned to let me tag along (I guess there was nothing exciting in my ASIO file after all). As it turns out, I was the only PhD student from physics who wanted to go, which was a huge disappointment to me (guys, it's a nuclear reactor!), but the boss was there to keep me company, and he's good fun.

Friday morning at the crack of 9, a miscellaneous bunch of academics, postdocs, and the odd postgrad student (hey, at least I'm honest) piled onto a bus, and most of them started doing paperwork. The latest round of research grant applications were due that afternoon, and the Dean was sitting behind us talking about the restructure and passing notes with one of his administrators, I think, while at least one postdoc was writing his latest paper. Some of the retired members of faculty were backseat driving (I almost agree with them that taking the bus through the city was the wrong way to go, but there wasn't any traffic and I wasn't paying for using the toll roads, so who knows), and the boss only brought a water bottle with him, so he mostly stared out the window as we travelled South, breaking his stare occasionally to gossip with me, and plot a little about out .

We got to the visitor's centre, where they checked all of our identification against a check list to make sure that we had been cleared by the anti-terrorist hotline, then they told us that we weren't allowed to take anything with us. No phones, no cameras (hence the lack of photos), no handbags, no keychains that could possibly be used as a weapon or device for sawing through network cables (as they once let in someone with a baby keychain Swiss Army Knife and they did that, crazy bastard), although you may have one small notepad and a pen (so long as it's not mighter than a sword). You could keep your wallet if it fit in your pockets (ie you were a boy).

We were escorted back to the bus, and we met our hosts for the day: one wacky mostly-retired physicist, and an educator clearly more used to dealing with the general public than a pack of curious scientists. One was a better guide than the other, simply because he didn't have the physics knowledge to answer our basic questions and so he fetched the experts to chat to us about it all. The other tried to answer our questions as he would those of the general public, and thus he kinda missed the point in most situations. When a scientist asks something complicated, explaining what a neutron is won't help.

Anyway, our first destination (after a boring introduction to how universities and the reactor people can get along fabulously if they try) was the reactor itself. To get there the bus had to stop at a security checkpoint where the road was blocked by a heavy sliding gate, at which a solid-looking and well-armed member of the Australian Federal Police boarded us and barked questions about whether or not we were carrying knives or explosives. No one dared to answer incorrectly, though one person worried enough to get their keyring checked out (it was acceptable).

When he was pleased with our responses he jumped down again and the gate slowly moved out of the way to let the bus through. Then we ran up the hill and down many roads labelled for famous scientists and along to this building. The curved building is the visitor/tour centre, the big hall is the main instrument building, and the one that's topped by the metal crosshatching (known to the locals as the "Cessna Shredder") houses OPAL itself. It's a rather attractive piece of architecture, and I'm told that while it was designed in early 2001 before anyone seriously considered throwing large jets at buildings, it will likely also destroy the fuselage of any jumbo jet as well as the entirely of a Cessna.

My group got to visit the instrument hall first, which was full of boxes for the guiding of neutrons from the reactor into various neutron scattering experiments. I won't go into the gory details, but suffice to say one can study the inner details of atomic structures by bombarding them with neutrons. Among other things they can test the propellor blades of aircraft for defect, testing new softer plastics for contact lenses and some odd stuff involve the surfaces of liquids that I didn't quite follow but I want to learn more about.

We were allowed to venture outside of the little viewing room into the upper level of the hall itself, where one could hear the whirr of machinery and we could properly see the large light with the words "reactor is *on*" on it. This was much more fun, as we got to walk around further, and see that downstairs near the neutron guides there were signs saying "no loitering, high radiation in this area" and designated 'safe' walkways for staff members to use. The reactor runs 340 days of the year, so it's important not to stray off the paths more than strictly necessary, I imagine.

Curiously, in one of the brochures I picked up it said that staff at the reactor over the last 50 years had lower than average death rates in all the major categories (which includes cancer, presumably). But still, high radiation doses are to be avoided, kids!

All of the detectors within the hall were named for Australian animals, rather than acronyms that indicate their purpose. The boss of that part of the place told us it was because all of the acronyms proposed by staff ended up indication rather too much about their feelings for management, and weren't exactly safe for work. *grins*

After this, we went to visit OPAL itself. Sadly we were told that the group we had brought was too large, and we wouldn't get to visit the top of the reactor pool after all (not that we would have made it onto the bridge, but a viewing platform up there). This was a great disappointment, and even worse was the realisation that we were going to be stuck in the visitor's centre, where the most exciting thing to see was a scale model with lots of LEDs to indicate the different aspects of the building (like the backup power supplies). Thrilling stuff, but not a nuclear reactor.

In the far corner there was a display with a sample fuel rod (obviously not with real uranium in it), which was kinda cool. One of the reasons the reactor's so safe (and I wasn't worried being there) was that in case of emergency or blackout, the motors holding the rods in the pool will fail and they will drop under the influence of gravity into a shielded hole, causing all the reactions to stop. I haven't explained it very well, but it's really rather clever.

And as a sad consolation, there was a webcam pointed at the reactor. Our tour guide didn't really do a good job of showing us around the image, but it was glowing blue with Cherenkov radiation, which meant it was operational. I wished to know more about it, what it was working on (was it making radioisotopes for medicine or just producing neutrons for the devices out back?) and things like that, but the guide couldn't answer our questions. Most interestingly, one of the main reasons for having a reactor so close to Sydney is that they can make radioisotopes with a half life of 6 hours (in six hours, half of the radioactive material will have decayed, so it's out of your system quickly), but other places in Australia have to settle for lesser isotopes with longer half-lives because it takes more than 6 hours to ship them there, as in the case of Perth. I still don't really like nuclear power plants on principle, but sadly, I think they've won me over, because it is rather useful in the right places, like science. But no one really wants to hear my greeny politics now.

We piled back onto the bus, and were taken back outside the gates to the main cafeteria for lunch, which certainly didn't taste radioactive. It was somewhat weird to sit with the academics for lunch, to hear the professors gossiping like schoolgirls. It turns out that one of them was recently at his apartment in New York, on the banks of the Hudson River, and just recently he had had difficulty sleeping a night because a police boat all bedecked in lights was parked directly above a sunken aeroplane engine. Aside from that, they mostly spoke of university politicking.

Back onto the bus after lunch, and through the security gauntlet once more, we went to visit the particle accelerators. The first one was really interesting, a particular device that they use for things like carbon dating, where with only 5 micro grams of a sample they can work out the Carbon-14 content. They're using it for a lot of atmospheric studies, looking at the methane and carbon dioxide content of the atmosphere over the last many thousands of years using ice cores from Antarctica. The long and short of it is that the methane levels in our atmosphere currently are the highest of anything they've studied, and it's a much worse source of global warming than carbon dioxide.

At this point all the earth science people were really excited, I think they'd like to use the accelerator for dating their samples too, especially as you don't need to send very much off to get a good result. That particular type of accelerator destroys the sample, as they ionise it and then send it all whooshing around at high speed to sort the particles by atomic weight.

The one we went to see next didn't destroy the sample, but it was more used like the neutron scattering experiments, only using beams of rapidly moving charged particles to probe crystal structures and the like. It can't probe as closely because the nuclear charge repels the ions, but it's cheaper and easier to get time on it, I suspect, and it has other strengths, I'm sure. The problem was we were back with the old physicist who didn't know how to answer our questions. The other thing in that hall was a decommissioned old nuclear reactor that was gradually going to be demolished, but again, no questions were answered. *pouts*

Gradually the group dispersed throughout the hall to read the posters scattered on the walls, as the guide was so mind-numbingly boring that no one cared enough to be polite, save for a few postgrad students who weren't me. Eventually we were rescued by someone who announced that we were running late and it was time to leave, so we all piled onto the bus again, stopped to pick up some bookmarks as souvenirs and all of our bags and then we left the ANSTO facility.

Nothing exciting happened on the way back save that we drove through Bankstown and some awesome soul (not me) convinced the driver to do a dropoff there. Funnily enough I approved of that, and made my way home in a surprisingly short period of time.

So, that was my day at the nuclear reactor. I'm sorry the storytelling took so long to write up, but I promise I'll do some more blogging soon.

Oh, one more thing

I can confirm the whole I have whooping cough thing now. Joy. I'm on antibiotics that need to be taken every six hours without fail, and I usually sleep for eight hours... *sighs* Oh, and now, after a month, my mum has decided not to let me use the family phone anymore.

Labels: club mac, linking all over the place, nuclear physics, Radioactive-Cat, science, sickly-Cat, stupid blogs, whooping cough

*yawns*...

You can expect a proper blog post tomorrow, in which I report on the excursion to the nuclear power plant, but for now, have a handful of random links and then I'm going to bed. Oh, and I should report that I got around to entering my awesome sampler of awesome in the Easter Show in category 43: embroidery of a modern design. There's $10 I'll never see again, but perhaps I'll make some poor soul laugh. Pattern notes now available.

• More British passengers died on the Titanic because they queued politely for lifeboats.
• Apparently someone tried to kill the Queen back in the 70s when she visited. No one knew.
• Snakes eating other snakes!

Labels: crafty-Cat, linking all over the place, news, Radioactive-Cat, snakes, Spider-Cat, tired

And continuing the random linkage throughout Saturday...

Baby's First Internet

Labels: Harry Potter, internet famous, linking all over the place, web stuff

The closing of tabs and other fun links I've been sitting on for a while...

The plot for Act I of the sequel to the Phantom of the Opera. I keep wishing it is a parody, but something tells me it's not. I'm going to see Phantom again on the 2nd of September with D'Arth Mathias and her fiance, and it's going to be awesome. Hoping for Anthony Warlow again.

Neil Gaiman interviews Terry Pratchett - these guys are two of my favourite writers, and it makes me happy that they're such good friends.

The breeding properties of M&Ms - I love this story, and will happily join in this behaviour.

Newspaper Blackout Poems by Austin Kleon.

These two Cat and Girl comics bring warm feelings to my heart.

And I want to buy this book based solely on its cover art. Actually, having browsed the galleries, I want to read any book with a cover by Dan Dos Santos. Because it's all amazing. And if the books turn out to be crap I would want to write new books based on his images. I love them.

I think that's it for the moment. *grins* Have a nice weekend, all.

Labels: art, death by chocolate, it's about singing and dancing and making people happy, linking all over the place, Neil is our god, not-emo poetry, the Phantom of the Opera, webcomics