Howling At A Concrete Moon

Now that's a title that jumps out at you, like a rat in your sock drawer.

Sorry about not blogging in a few days. I've been lazy.

I got up to school early (for a Friday) and went to the Spin Lab to do some more characterization. I have to tell you, it is one of the most painstakingly-annoying tasks known to man. You have to load up 10 fibers onto a tray, and wax them into place before loading the tray into the machine. These fibers are about 8 microns (5 times thinner than a human hair). On top of that being really hard to even see, I was halfway done loading my tray when it suddenly rocketed towards the ceiling. Honest Injun. After that, I just quit.

In Heat Transfer, Dr. Antar started talking about Finite Different methods for approximating heat transfer. It started off pretty familiar, like Dr. Brown taught it back when I was a junior. Then, he threw in matrix algebra. It was like watching a Nascar wreck, only worse. Why, why did he have to go and do that?

The weekly Carbon Fiber project meeting lasted another hour, but it was all very interesting and topical. Dr. Vakili gave us all journals (log books, really) to keep track of when we handle the fibers, and which batch got handled. It's easier to place blame when there's a paper trail. Oh, wait...

Dinner from Rafeal's was excellent, as well as the pie from Kroger. Dr. Who got weird even for Dr. Who, and Battlestar Galactica was a good episode in a great season.

Saturday was mostly spent doing some housekeeping, staring at my Heat Tranfer book from across the room, more housekeeping, cooking tacos (tasty!), and watching Seven. It was a pretty good movie, if a little dark. And I mean that metaphorically and figuratively. Super Troopers was a nice change of pace after that.

Today has been spent doing laundry, actually doing some Heat Transfer homework, and listening to Johnny Cash. Good stuff. And I have to say, he did a great job covering Hurt. You can really feel the emotion.