Archive for August 2008
I’ll never forget the moment I heard this coming from one of the more experienced engineers, during my first month at work. “Things are dynamic right now,” not “Everything’s in the crapper and we’re all going die.”
D and I are in the midst of two projects that “are dynamic right now.” D is away working on Project A’s site, which is about 4 hours north from Project B’s site, where I am. It’s okay though, he’ll be back on Wednesday hopefully. All the work sort of makes time for other things more tight, but hopefully I can finish this post sometime this week.
Monday was my sister’s birthday, the big 2-0.
I also believe it’s this week that D’s and my friend, Francois, starts his MBA at London Business School. I’m quite curious to see how this works out for him; hopefully it’s great. But I might do an MBA myself in the next couple years. But probably at a school closer to where ever we move to next. Here’s a picture of all of us at his going away dinner/drink night. I’m disappointed the waitress cut off D, but half of him is in the picture (better than none). Francois is the guy waving:
D and I went out over the weekend to the Netherlands (30 minute drive from here). I’m not sure what is up with Europe and the Argentinian steak houses. That isn’t big where we are from but we find them often here. D ordered salmon and I had a vegetarian dish, which fittingly reminds me of the first dinner date we had together in Tampa – we both had seafood at Flemmings Steak House. <– nice place.
We also watched The Dark Knight at the theater there since they do movies in English in the Netherlands (how convenient!) I liked it. I know you aren’t supposed to think these things about these types of movies, but I can tell you – if I lived in Gotham City, I’d think about relocating.
I don’t have any Nitrous acid and my beaker/Bunsen burner is packed away.
But I found a cookie recipe that seemed to call to my inner scientist: 1 cup of peanut butter, 1 cup of sugar and 1 egg = PB cookies? Seems unlikely to be a good cookie right?
I decided to go the way of Myth Busters and make them. I’m nothing if not up for an experiment. Let’s use the scientific method – it’s fun:
1. Define the question
Is the 1-1-1 recipe for PB cookies valid?
Possibly part of the recipe got forgotten? Or a cookie-crazed baker’s desperate act?
2. Gather information and resources (observe)
Okay, after digging around the internet, I have found at least two sources for this recipe:
3. Form hypothesis
I think there must be something good enough about this recipe that I find it in multiple places.
It doesn’t hurt that the recipe is gluten free, but I’m not certain these will taste very great.
I predict that something cookie-shaped, and tasting like PB will come out of the oven.
4. Perform experiment and collect data
Procured (from the pantry) the following items:
- 1 cup peanut butter (pick your favorite)
- 1 cup of sugar
- 1 egg
Baked at 325 for 8-12 minutes.
5. Analyze data
After waiting the mandatory 30 seconds, I put one of the 1-1-1 experiment batch#001 samples into my mouth. See Figure-1.
Observer D did the same a few minutes later.
Figure-1. PB cookies Batch#001
Crispy on day 1. More soft and chewy on day 2 but still crunchy.
6. Interpret data and draw conclusions that serve as a starting point for new hypothesis
I think a graph or something would normally be included here. For the cookie experiment, that feels a bit much.
The fact that my boyfriend ate them vigorously, and that I liked them too equates to a valid recipe.
7. Publish results
Uh hem… done.
8. Retest (frequently done by other scientists)
Feel free! They really are good. I was surprised.
I do think the internet was at least partially melted.
We missed the basketball game.
I’m sure if we were back in USA/Canada-land we would have caught the game. You know, by turning on a television. Hmmphh!
Is anyone else trying to get a live glimpse of the Olympics via your computer?
I had wanted to watch the opening ceremonies yesterday but it didn’t work out; living -6 hrs from Bejing means I was at work. There are however, some games this weekend that I going to try to see.
If you live in the U.S. and want to watch live events, the best place to go seems to be NBCOylmpics.com. NBC plans to stream 2,200 hours of live competition in 25 sports from Aug. 8 to Aug 24. The technology is the joint effort of NBC, Microsoft and Digital Rapids. Microsoft’s player, Silverlight, is designed especially for streaming video.
There is of course the question as to whether streaming video, without too many burps and pauses, is possible, or if it will melt the internet.
As for us here in Germany, I’m trying to navigate through German sports pages for live streams. So far I’ve found http://peking.ard.de/ which seems that it should work but I haven’t seen it work yet. Maybe they are only streaming certain events (that’s what I’m guessing).
This month, on the 20th, marks my boyfriend and I’s first date. I debated posting anything here, but it’s an amusing story, and I know he reads this occasionally and wouldn’t object, so why not.
So back two years ago (close your eyes and remember the summer of 2006, Nelly Furtado’s Promiscuous girl or Gnarls Barkley’s Crazy playing on the radio)… Yeah, so we were both working on this big engineering project. We were innocently showing interest in each other. A date or some kind of interaction in the near future teased at both of us.
The problem? We were working ALL the time. This project was in “crunch time” and we (along with many others) were working LONG freaking hours. The opportunity to go have a nice anything seemed out of the question right then.
So what’s a guy to do? Well D asks me to out with him after work, just to talk. This is the first time he voiced this interest, so we were both excited. The catch — it’s 2 a.m. We don’t let that stop us and so head to the closest place we know will be open, a bar called Green Iguana, a popular tiki hut type restaurant and bar.
Approaching, the place looks busy. Okay. We get to the door. The place is literally swamped with people. Latino people. It’s Latino night. Okay, could be ok right?
It’s not alright.
At least not for us. This place is completely jammed. There were three different DJ’s in the 3 parts of the bar, and D and I find ourselves in a loud ocean of dancing people. Everyone is about 6 inches shorter than me (so about 1+ feet shorter than D) which only adds more bizarre to our senses. It honestly looks like an awesome time (for everyone else). tee hee.
We both agree to get out of there, both equally relieved that the other is feeling the same way.
So we see a Starbucks. We walk across the parking lot to it. There is a milk truck there.
We end up spending the next couple of hours sitting at the patio, just talking (without coffee since it’s closed). The milk delivery man and a bar full of Latinos and us, and it was a really awesome date.