A good scientist takes care of his optics…

I, on the other hand, managed to dissolve two of mine today.

Ok, they were both unknown quantities that had been rescued from a junk pile years ago and left to gather dust at home. Today I remembered them and took them to work to see if they’d be any use. A quick blast from the compressed air line removed much of the dust, so leaving them in their mounts for easy handling I gave them a rinse under the tap.

Only to see one lens start to dissolve and melt away – I’m now guessing it was actually a rather expensive salt plate. Bugger!
The other lens washed off fine, so still pissed-off about the first lens – and thus not really thinking – I gave the second lens a clean with tissue paper and acetone. It promptly frosted over and became tacky – a bloody plastic lens.

Two items that had sat on my shelf for near on ten years destroyed in a few minutes. The only saving grace was that both lenses were too scratched and damaged to have been much use anyway; the plastic one especially – it would strongly absorbs the light from my laser diode. The mounts are at least still useful.

Official Photographer

The conference wagon train stops at work next week – two hundred and fifty delegates, five days and some seriously hardcore materials science.

On the basis of some photos I took at a wedding (as opposed to wedding photos which would have been done properly), I’ve been elected official conference photographer. Alas, this position does not supply funds to buy shiny new toys and glass.  Some of the better pictures will probably end up on Flickr.

The smell of polycarbonate in the evening

While trying to find one of the 472342 win2k install CDs I thought I had laying around the place, I came across a pile of ancient backups and debian/knoppix/gentoo install disks.

In these blighted times, with identity thieves hiding around every corner and plundering every rubbish bag, the only sane course of action prior to disposing of the disks is to snap them in two nuke them on high for several seconds in the microwave.

My microwave is glitter coated. My kitchen smells of warm polycarbonate. The identity thieves are foiled again. And I have a large grin on my face.

Some things you never tire of.

An ‘R’ in the weekend

Saturday:

Regent’s Recreation: Recording rhythmic revolutions.
I took photos of friends at the Alfresco dance event in Regent’s Park

Sunday:

Reading: Requesting / reacquiring requisite resource.
I gave the Dagenham Town Show a miss and went instead to an electronics fair in Reading