Geosonnet 47
I'm a geochemist. My main interest is in-situ mass spectrometry, but I have a soft spot in my heart for thermodynamics, poetry, drillers, trees, bicycles, and cosmochemistry.
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I am cooking a Thanksgiving feast again this year. Last year, I was in Japan, so I ate toxic fish with the nerve agents cut out by an overworked chef instead of cooking a Turkey. When I was a kid, Thanksgiving was at Grandma’s every year. We would play with the cousins and uncles and aunts, and Mom would help Grandma, and Granddad would tell stories about anything from fishing to the War in the Pacific, and we would eventually eat, and then play games or watch TV until we were too tired to do anything but sleep. After my Uncle died, my Grandparents moved farther away, and it was generally just our nuclear family at home until I finished college and headed off to make my way in the world and get as far from New York as possible. My first Thanksgiving away from family was 20 years ago, at the house of a guy I met in field camp who kindly took me in with a bunch of other recent arrivals to silicon valley. At the time I thought that was strange, but two years later I found myself cooking Lasagna in an apartment in Northeastern Brazil, with a woman who was kind of coming onto me but was the ex-wife of the guy I was working with and the ex-daughter in law of the people who were putting me up. My Portuguese was not really good enough to talk my way out of the trouble I somehow avoided, but a couple years later in Australia I met my wife-to-be at another Thanksgiving dinner hosted by another ex-pat PhD student from Arkansas. And somehow, over a decade and a half later, I have a family, a job I can ride my bike to, a house, and a wife who still miraculously puts up with me, despite my lifelong habit of biting off more that I can chew, not succeeding at anything, but somehow finding a continual series of third doors that miraculously allow me to avoid total failure. Despite my constant feelings of inadequacy and dread that I have wasted my potential and lost my way, I seem to somehow be doing OK. I have a lot to be thankful for, and I hope that you all have the same. Have a wonderful thanksgiving.
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The Australian Aluminium smelting industry is having a rough
time. Built to utilize electricity from Australian coal from the 1960’s through
the 1980’s, our smelters are ill equipped to deal with the migration of the
Aluminium industry to a rapidly industrializing China or cheap low-carbon
energy areas such as Iceland or New Zealand. As a result, the Kurri Kurri
smelter closed in 2012, the Point Henry smelter closed in 2014, and the future
for the Portland
smelter is currently uncertain, with the contract for electricity due to be
renegotiated this month.
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Labels: Climactic considerations, Outback Lemming
Earlier this year, I left Australian Scientific Instruments to take a job as Senior SHRIMP Specialist in a geochronology lab. In between those jobs, I pushed a couple of bottom drawer manuscripts out into journal submission. One has already been published (see Geosonnet 42 for details and link). Others are currently in review or revision. So most of my writing energy is going there, not here. So don't expect a lot of blogular activity in the near future.
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Macbeth is my favorite play. My favorite book. My favorite
collection of English words. The poetic beauty of the text, the directness of
the plot, the representations of madness, supernatural, and reality, and the
shear magnitude of the tragedy are what makes it so fantastic. But although, for
all of these reasons, it is one of the easiest of Shakespeare’s plays to read,
by the same token it is one of the most difficult to play. The sheer beauty of
the spoken words, many of which are directed to nobody, makes it particularly
challenging for actors to value-add
through their interaction with each other. Thus it is a rare stage performance
which does the masterpiece justice. Luckily for me, the Canberra Repertory
Theatre here in town has just put on a great production of the Scottish Play.
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Antarctica’s a frozen realm
of ice
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An alpha particle can break the bonds
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The rock of rocks, zircon is not disturbed
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