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by cloudier

Nuclear Engineer:

Nuclear energy is one of, if not, the safest sources of energy available.

As such, I hate the yellow media that essentially makes up stories to get more ratings, and misinforms the general populace.

Every time I meet someone, I have to spend at least 30 mins explaining that the knowledge I gained in five years of university study, far out weighs the intern who misquoted an official and filled the rest of the article with factless speculation

You know what would happen if we just took our waste from nuclear reactors and dumped it, unprotected, into the ocean in deep water? The answer is absolutely nothing because salt water is very good at disapating radiation. The ocean water and sea floor surrounding the Bikini Atoll 1 year following the underwater and above ground nuclear tests were completely clear of radiation. Now the Atoll itself was horribly contaminated and what did they do about that, they bulldozed the contaminated top soil into the ocean, again the radiation disapated very quickly and caused no damage.

The biggest risk in nuclear material storage comes from keeping. It on land. If we were smart we would put it in solid containers and drop it into the marianas and forget about it forever, absolutely no worry about damage, especially considering the very small amount of waste produced by breeder and TRISO reactors, which both reuse waste material and produce a tiny amount of unusable waste.

A person’s food preferences, like his or her personality, are formed during the first few years of life, through a process of socialization. Babies innately prefer sweet tastes and reject bitter ones; toddlers can learn to enjoy hot and spicy food, bland health food, or fast food, depending on what the people around them eat.
When I suggested that IFF’s policy of secrecy and discretion was out of step with our mass-marketing, brand-conscious, self-promoting age, and that the company should put its own logo on the countless products that bear its flavors, instead of allowing other companies to enjoy the consumer loyalty and affection inspired by those flavors, Grainger politely disagreed, assuring me that such a thing would never be done. In the absence of public credit or acclaim, the small and secretive fraternity of flavor chemists praise one another’s work. By analyzing the flavor formula of a product, Grainger can often tell which of his counterparts at a rival firm devised it. Whenever he walks down a supermarket aisle, he takes a quiet pleasure in seeing the well-known foods that contain his flavors.

From the perspective of a computer scientist:

Even the tiniest things you do on a computer, the tiniest nudge of a mouse or a single key-press have so much computation involved (whether directly or indirectly) that it will make your head explode if you try to narrow it all down. As such, whenever I see coworkers at the office fanatically shake their mice and mash their keyboard when their outlook isn’t opening “fast enough” it makes me palmface. To give you an idea of what may be involved:

  • You move the mouse a tiny bit
  • The mouse senses movement via the laser/ball and sends the information to the USB port on your computer
  • The USB controller processes the signal and sends a signal to the CPU to stop what it’s doing and process the USB data that just came in
  • The computer saves all the things (ie. register data) it was currently doing in the CPU to return to after it has processed the data from the mouse
  • The OS has to go through various levels of abstraction from generic USB drivers to specific drivers for your crazy 20-button world of warcraft gaming mouse to actually even know that the cursor on the screen is supposed to move at all
  • The OS moves the cursor and then processes what should happen upon reaching its new position (i.e. have you hovered over a new window? should an action be taken?)
  • etc. etc. etc. etc.

Note that this list is incredibly simplified and each of those steps involves quite an assload of computation in itself. Computers certainly don’t run on magic, but it is amazing how much processing they do and a lot of people take it for granted.

More like, just because you got your PhD doesn’t mean you’re particularly clever or knowledgeable in any area that’s slightly outside your area of expertise. It’s an endurance thing, not a talent thing. I had an advisor whose dissertation was essentially based on drunk people having lowered inhibitions. Very “duh” stuff. Also, the BPA thing is very much like the asbestos scare or DDT scare—it becomes politically powerful and the real science falls by the wayside. DDT killed birds, but it saved and continues to save human lives by reducing mosquito populations. Asbestos is safe in certain applications, and when using certain types of asbestos it’s no more dangerous than fiberglass (which is more dangerous than people think, but still legal). If the World Trade Center towers had been finished before the asbestos scare, they’d still be upright and 100s of thousands of people might still be alive. Aluminum doesn’t cause alzheimers, but people still say it does. Lactic acid doesn’t cause a muscle to be sore, but people still say it does. Etc. Scientists are still people.
One thing physics has taught me is that unless you have a heat pump or something all electric heating is the same efficiency: virtually all the electrical energy is converted directly to heat. This is true whether you’re talking a space heater or a computer or a guitar amplifier. It’s funny, someone was asking online about “efficient” space heaters – they don’t exist.

One of the fun projects microbiology students do is to swab and culture a common surface (desk, counter, doorknob, etc) and find all the fun growies that are around us all the time, and that we rub our hands on.

So your hands are teeming with random diseases from god knows where. Then you go to the bathroom and put these hands near your urethra (open mucus membrane) and anus.

Washing your hands after you go really is to protect other people from your germs. Washing your hands before you go protects you from other people’s germs.

American culture is organized primarily around three edicts. The first is, roughly, “Let me do it myself.” This sets Americans apart from the many European countries I’ve experienced in which people are generally quite happy to let the government take care of things. The French, for example, see the government as the rough embodiment of the collective French brain - of course it would know best, as its the Frenchest thing around.

Americans, in stark contrast, are far more likely to see the government as the enemy, infringing upon their autonomy. This leads to a great deal of misunderstanding, particularly from people who are used to seeing solutions flowing from a centralized authority. Americans, rather, would prefer to leave matters such as charitable giving in the hands of the individual. [1] In 1995 (the most recent year for which data are available), Americans gave, per capita, three and a half times as much to causes and charities as the French, seven times as much as the Germans, and 14 times as much as the Italians. Similarly, in 1998, Americans were 15 percent more likely to volunteer their time than the Dutch, 21 percent more likely than the Swiss, and 32 percent more likely than the Germans.. This alone, of course, does not mean that any one side of culture is more “compassionate” than the other – rather, that such compassion is filtered through different culture attitudes.

Another good example of that contrast occurred when Bill Gates and Warren Buffet received a remarkably chilly reception when they exhorted German ultra-wealthy to give more of their money away. The reaction, with some justification, was primarily one of “why should I give more money to do things that the state, funded by high tax rates, is expected to take care of?” You can come down on this one of two ways – one is that it’s more efficient to leave such things to an organized central body, another is that such a system distances and de-humanizes people in needy situations, and that more efficient solutions are arrived at through direct, hands-on involvement by a multitude of private citizens. Again, my intent is not so much to pick one side as to explain the rather more poorly understood American approach.

brain spew because I’m boring at writing recounts.

by bezzle

Today I went to Luna Park with my family (minus Mum, because she was at work), Kevin and Henry (and their families).  It started off with us trying to find Henry and his sister Maggie as they had already bought their passes and were in the rides.  It took a while, but eventually we met up in Coney Island with Kevin and his brother Raymond as well, and set off on doing the little slides and mazes and stuff inside.  After that, we went to the dodgem cars, where it took us more than half an hour queueing, and I let my sister drive because I haven’t had any good recent experiences with bumper cars D: and she did a good job!  So I took over for a couple of laps and I didn’t stuff up ^^

By then we were cracking hungry, and sat down to a very nice picnic that Kevin and Henry’s parents had brought, and Dad strangely bought some muffins and a box of hot chips, which were an instant hit with us kids.  It was the first thing to go.  I also had iced tea for the first time, I think it was peach flavoured, because it tasted like…peach juice.  On the first mouthful.  The second one had that not-exactly-bitter tea taste.  All the while we were eating, Kevin and Henry’s parents were talking about their kids (in Shanghainese) and I just sat there, bemused and trying to catch on to the gist of the conversation.  It wasn’t one of those vitriolic, comparing-type conversations were academics were measured up and the like, but harmless talk about stuff like height and braces and whether we brushed our teeth before or after eating breakfast (after FTW!) and the difference between fat and not skinny.  It was nice, they’re nice people 8D

After that, Kevin was being a chicken nugget and so instead of the Tango Train we went on the carousel.  I ended up riding backwards on the chariot with my brother, while noticing that Henry had somehow sneaked off without us noticing.  Next was the Ferris wheel, after a lot of dawdling around.  Kevin somehow managed to psych himself up to go…but five minutes into the queue, he said he needed to go toilet, and when he returned, he decided not to join back into the line ==

So we (my sister, Henry, Raymond and I) went, and all this time Maggie was off with her friends which all appeared at least several years older than her O:  By this time all of us couldn’t be stuffed waiting for rides, and spent another half an hour half-heartedly waiting in line in the sun for the Spider (which I had already ridden by myself earlier that day >.>) and afterwards Raymond and I were the only ones who wanted to go on the Ranger.  BUT eventually he chickened out/decided not to go, so I didn’t either, because then I would be lonely.  Meanwhile, Kevin was just sitting with our parents, playing on his phone.

All of us (except for Maggie, still out at large somewhere with her mature-looking friends) just sat with our parents and mooched the remaining Grain Waves and SUPERSUPERSUPER sweet mini Easter cupcakes that Henry’s mum had brought, and none of us dare touched after eating one, as they were basically ‘sugar with a little bit of cake’.  As a side note, the chocolate Easter cupcakes, also from Coles, are quite scrumptious.  Well, the top mostly, because the cake part is just your average supermarket chocolate cake.  The top a thick crust of chocolate ganache with small flakes of chocolate in it ~__~  But back to today!  Sat around doing nothing for an hour, then Kevin’s mum came back with three snow cones.  I have never had a snow cone, and never will if it’s a stall-made one.  Hygiene reasons, not sure if I’ve mentioned the story on this blog before, but I definitely have to some people.  Anyway, wasted another half an hour or so waiting for Maggie, who seemed to get a turn on the Ferris wheel at least two time longer than the one we had >.> and it was getting dark.  So when Maggie finally decided to come back -.- we left to take the train to Town Hall, to have dinner.

Which was at a Japanese restaurant called Yutaka.  It had very good sushi, but everything else was not so good.  The buffet had hot chips!  And pasta salad!  What the hell?!  And another thing I also tried for the first time was miso soup, which is made from…forgot.  But it was something, when I heard, thought sounded unpleasant…but miso soup sounds nice ><  So I had a bowl, and it was bleh.  I somehow managed to crack open my disposable chopsticks neatly yay! The eel was so tasty!  Why can’t Chinese restaurants do that, huh?  That’s why I have such a bad image of eel, because every time we ordered it at a Chinese restaurant the meant wasn’t particularly soft/enticing and there were SPIKY THIN BONES.  Kevin doesn’t like raw fish, but Henry’s mum made him eat one of those slice-of-salmon-with-a-chunk-of-rice-underneath sushi thingos.  We binged on the jellies (you know, those ones in the round plastic cups like the ones we get in Jap class, but rounder) and made a tower, which Kevin tipped over.  I found a dead fruit fly-ish thing under my tofu pocket sushi :x  I’m glad someone got my bad jokes today, thanks Henry.  But you’re still lame too.

Left for a ‘walk’ in Hyde Park, which, now that I think about it, was really just a shortcut to get to the train station so we could go home.  Guided by Henry’s dad’s excellent sense of direction, we didn’t get lost while in the city, but after Henry’s family left for the St. James station we needed the maps on Kevin’s iPhone to get us to Wynyard xD  We managed to get there, and caught the train home.

I think my lips are sunburnt.  What?!

Easter show on Thursday

Went with Sydo to the Easter Show on Thursday, and it took us a while to find each other in the beginning ^^’  We didn’t know what to do first, so we headed to the place all people who go to the Easter Show should go to – the Woolworths Fresh Food Dome!  We loved the Woolworths stalls – so many tasty samples!  And free apple slinkies!  I want one of those machines O_o And the two dip stalls, both of them were so delicious.  Aioli dip is soo nice!  Babaganoush heehee I love saying that word it’s so funny.  And got some discount coupons and a strawberry shortcake recipe, before walking around a bit more for samples, then going into the home and craft section!  Anaconda was having a sale, but I didn’t need another metal bottle ($8.95 O____O that’s less than half of what I paid for my bottle which isn’t from Anaconda though) and I spotted the Carlingford Music Centre stall and Syd had a chat with a guy she knew there.  We spent more than half an hour browsing the artwork and handicraft competition entries, and a lot of the paintings and drawings were MINDBLOWINGLY intricate and beautiful.  There was this immaculate drawing of a nude lady (the artist had done just shading to create depth for her back…it was so light and careful and her hair was so lifelike and thin and the whole picture was so true-to-life) and a colour pencil drawing of a gorilla (which was also impossibly intricate and lifelike) that stood out to me (there are a lot more stored in my temporary memory, just can’t be bothered describing because it’s too bothersome and you’ll get sick of hearing the same words).

Er I can’t remember too well what we did after that, I think we sat in a bench and ate biscuits and Starburst for a bit, then it was…oh yeah we tried to find the flying pigs.  But Syd lost my map, but we managed to get one off a nice old lady who didn’t want hers (haha no we didn’t bash up an old lady for a map) and it turns out that there were no flying pigs that day.  So we sat in the cattle judging tent and watched a football-for-kids training session.  I don’t know why either.  Soon we were bored and we went to see Fonzy, Australia’s tallest steer.  I wonder if i hadn’t gone to an agricultural school, would I go around calling steers cows?  The people behind Sydo and I were…and I managed to catch myself doing it too.  It’s also because there’s no common word for an individual for cattle…’a bovine animal’ sounds too scientific…

After that we went to watch the Psycho Sideshow, after I had missed it when going to the Show for two years in a row, and it was late and we were early too and we watched the usual dance troupes perform and they were pretty good.  And then came on the acrobatic gymnasts, who were spectacular!  They could bend till their heads reached the ground (their body in an arched U-shape, feet facing out) and all these jumps and balancing on each other.. their strength and agility and flexibility amazed me, and made me feel like a fat lump of rock sitting on a seat. There were these very dangerous looking throws that the one guy did with this little girl member.. and they did it to the instrumental? version and the original version of Lady GaGa’s Born this Way xD  among other songs.  So when the Psycho Sideshow came on, I was not that amazed by the ‘world-famous’ contortionist who looked to be one the same level as the teen/tween group we had just seen before.  But the rest of the show was still entertaining and very ‘freakish’, just not particularly creative except for the foot juggling, because that’s cool 8D

Then we went to the Wool Fashion Parade, which was half an hour late and opened to a half-filled audience.  Before it started, Sydo and I looked around the stalls inside the pavilion and we saw spinners and knitters of wool, they’re soo cool 8D  Watched the fashion show, which got better as it went on (but I feel sorry for the males, not many interesting styles for them ._.).  It was getting late, so we headed over to the twisted chips stall to buy our curly fries!  Man, we felt so unhealthy after that, especially after seeing those dancers ><’.  We left and went to the train station.

I’ve just had an idea for another post later.  Hope at least one of my fellow bloggers blog by then.  *pointed glare*

because lazy sundays call for something like this

by bezzle

I haven’t done some foodie posts in a while!  Mainly because I haven’t been cooking much, but that’s no excuse, right?

I find myself getting too lazy to make individual things like cookies – and so it’s a return to cakes, and dabbling in other non-baking foods.  Hopefully I’ll remember to post those recipes up!

Here’s a Milo cake recipe.  I found this one a while back, when I was in the mood to bake something chocolatey but there was no good chocolate to bake with (because my mum thinks chocolate is ‘fatty’- not that stops her from buying eating chocolate – and also it’s expensive to get good quality cooking chocolate ^^’) and so I decided to use the closest thing to chocolate I knew, Milo!  The end result is a tad fudgy and heavy and tastes exactly like Milo, but it still satisfies any chocolate cravings.  It’s also handy in finishing those tins of milo, because they come in very large tins and I only use them in teaspoon amounts for milk.  This recipe calls for 250g of Milo, but that’s more than a cup of powder O__O.  I’ve used no more than a half of that amount each time I’ve made this cake – it definitely does not need more.

~MILO CAKE~

Ingredients

250g softened butter (Remember what I said about my mum and fatty foods?  Yeah, I end up scrimping on this too.  250g of butter is half a tub!)

200g castor sugar (Ditto, scrimping here.  Milo is sweet anyway, so I advise using less than this.)

4 eggs, separated

250g Milo

1/3 cup milk

125g self raising flour

Method

Preheat the oven to 180 degrees.  Cream the butter and sugar until pale.  Add the egg yolks, Milo, and milk and beat until well mixed.  Then add the flour and beat until well mixed.

Whip the egg whites until soft peaks form.  Fold the egg whites into the ‘chocolate’ mixture, and then pour into a cake tin (don’t forget to butter the sides and put baking paper on the bottom).

Bake for 50 minutes, gave or take 5.  Test with a skewer.  Cool to room temperature and serve with a dollop of cream.

Edit: you know what absolutely sucks?  Watching a drama where the guy best friend is totally in love with the girl and he treats her like the most precious thing in the world but you know that she’s going to end up with the main dude anyway and that the nice guy doesn’t stand a chance.  Even though he has the coolest hair ever.

Slob-iness

by bezzle

TENNIS SEASON in Australia!  I am very excited!  It’s such a nice sport to watch.  And so epic!  The players are okay to look at too xD

Hey cool my new computer has auto spellcheck for posts!  So now there should be less punctuation and grammatical errors ^^’

Speaking of my new computer my brother easily fits inside its box.

Yesterday my family and I went furniture shopping.  I’ve read about what a pain it is, but I didn’t think it was really a bore until about the fifth sofa.  After that, they all looked the same and weren’t heavenly soft anymore.  Or maybe that was because all the good ones were near the entrance.  Anyway, when I get my own home I want one of those swinging chairs.  I saw a gorgeous one in Harvey Norman, among the boring pieces in the store.  It was like this one

except with a white wicker outside with no holes on the sides and a flat bottom.  And a light blue cushion for the base.  It was a nice colour scheme ~__~

I really have no life to blog about at the moment.  The only thing I can think of is-

GARGH MATCHPOINT SO TENSE D: D: D:

yes, and that cream filled jam donuts are one of the rare pleasures on earth.  Along with quiche.  And ice cream.

TWO MORE MATCHPOINTS :O

SHE LOST :’(

plain material

by cloudier

Seriously, I suspect that the current economics of spam rewards propagation rate much more strongly than payload quality; and that the aspects of payload quality that are optimized are relatively uncorrelated with “pretending to be meat”. Otherwise, we’d certainly see much more higher-quality spam.

relevant: r/K selection theory

Designer’s block may only occur if a designer deliberately aims to create something original and extraordinary.
There is no way to think up an original and extraordinary design—it can only come as a result of pursuing a given task.

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