Friday, July 16, 2010

Stupid UPS

So, here I am.  Two weeks ago (almost), I bought a new laptop from Lenovo.  Yippee!  The crowd went wild!  But since it was a pretty busy weekend for them (4th of July sale and all), it was going to take a while to get to me.  2 or 3 weeks.  I didn't mind. 

On Tuesday of this week, I got an email from Lenovo that said it had shipped, which was super-awesome.  I looked and looked at the tracking stuff on UPS.com but I couldn't find an expected arrival date.  So, Wednesday I called UPS.  I expected it would be a week or so, since I got the super-slow free shipping, but I wanted to know.  The girl I talked to was very helpful, and said that it would be to me the next day.  Yesterday. 

I was surprised that it was so fast, so I checked with her to make sure I had heard her right, and I did.  It arrives tomorrow, she said. I got all excited and could hardly focus all day while I was at work.  I got home and didn't see a note from UPS on the door, so one of my roomies must have been home when it got dropped off and it was already waiting for me inside. 

It wasn't on the kitchen table, so it must have been in my room.  It wasn't.  I called UPS and asked where my package was.  It had been raining pretty seriously that day, so I figured the truck was just running behind.  It turns out I was wrong.  The girl who had told me it was coming in on Thursday meant it would be in the country on Thursday (it shipped from China), and that from there it would be a couple more days.

Now, this puts me right back where I was expecting.  Monday or Tuesday.  So, it's not like it was way slower than I thought at first, it's just that they got my hopes up.  Who says "it arrives" when they mean "it arrives in America"?  I started planning what I was going to do with a new computer, and what set-up things I was going to get done, and all that.  Now I have to wait till next week - Next Week - before I can do that.

Sigh.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

YAY!!

Yippee!  Hooray!  My life continues to have meaning!

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Habitats

Today I created a habitat.  For whom, you ask?  For humanity.  All of humanity.  Or maybe just a nice family here in Ypsilanti.  I forget which.

The Graduate Student Council (think High School student council but with older people padding longer resumes) got some of us students together to volunteer for Habitat for Humanity.  I got to sleep in this morning till 7:15, grabbed some breakfast and headed out to the site.  Because I am used to Utah (and because I'm dumb) I just glanced at the Google map, thought I would be fine, and headed out.

It turns out that out East (which apparently applies to Michigan), streets are constructed under the Inverse Law of Pertinence:
The Inverse Law of Pertinence: The more important a street is, the less likely it is to have a sign indicating the street's name.
Of course, I got lost.  Because the main friggin streets here aren't labeled.  Not because I was unprepared.  It's the street's fault.  Well whoever's fault it was (the street's, remember), I called John for a rescue.  He lives in Boston which also looks like it was planned by a drunk goat, so he understands.

After a couple minute delay, I managed to get to the site.  I was surprised to see there was already a house there.  It turns out that Habitat for Humanity doesn't just build houses from scratch.  They also buy foreclosed homes, fix them up, and use them.  This was one of those situations.  Eight grad students divided up into three groups, and started reframing the three closets.  My group got done and we moved on to ripping up the foyer.  Yes, there was a foyer. 

We pulled off the wood paneling and found out that the foyer was a late (and not completely thought through) addition to the house.  Under the paneling were exterior wood siding, shingles (yes, shingles on the wall), and tar paper.  In one place, between the paneling and the shingles, there were a couple of long-dead mice.  Sadly, a bunch of scientists like us all just looked at them and thought they were cool. 

We spent a few hours ripping up paneling, siding, and all the rest.  It was really fun.  After that, I did some framing in the kitchen, which involved drilling into the concrete.  For those of you who didn't know, concrete doesn't like to be drilled into, so you have to use the Ear Drum Blower 3000 drill.  I wish I had thought to bring ear protection.

Then, after all that, I came home and wasted most of the rest of my day.  Yippee for wasting days!

Friday, July 2, 2010

Three posts in one week?

This one is way less exciting than the other two.  I'm just bored and wanting to share my boredom with the interwebs.

It is official now, I am actually a grad student.  I have a lab bench and a desk and everything.  All I don't have is...anything to do today.  I'll be plenty busy next week, but just not today.  I even get to come in tomorrow morning (a SATURDAY, mind you) but just not today.  Thankfully, one of the other grad students isn't in today (with the 3 day weekend coming up she decided to make it a 4 day weekend) so I can use her computer.

My project in this lab will be pretty interesting.  To people who are interested in bacteriology.  If you're not one of those people, skip down to the next post about me buying a ring for Kate.  That's probably more your style.

So, for the faithful who stayed with me, I'll give a quick summary.  Partly to enlighten you, but mostly because I'm friggin bored.  Here we go:

Most bacteria can form biofilms.  If you're really curious what those are, follow the link, but if not here's a working definition:
When a bacterial colony wants to dig trenches and settle in for the long haul, they form a biofilm.
That's about it.  Biofilms make a convenient base of operations for the bacteria because they can fortify their position against antibiotics and the like, and they send out (basically) raiding parties to cause problems in other parts of the body.  These raiding parties can be killed by antibiotics or by the immune system, but the biofilm itself, the base of operations, stays secure.  This is the cause of most persistent, chronic infections.

I will be looking at factors that influence biofilm formation, either signaling the bacteria to form one when they usually wouldn't, or not to form one when they usually would.  I'll be doing a high-throughput screen and test about 2,000 compounds...fun.

So, right now I am just proving that I am able to do the project, growing and measuring biofilms in conditions where they are supposed to form, and not growing them in conditions where they aren't supposed to.  Which amounts to lots of sitting and waiting for the bacteria to grow.  If you've ever watched grass grow or paint dry, this is very similar.

Man, I'm bored.

Edit:
Here's my lab, thanks to the magic of Google street view


Thursday, July 1, 2010

As promised, more stories

Alright, folks, here's what happened.  For those of you who want it, Kate's version (which is mostly true) is here.

It starts back in May.  Kate and I went ring shopping.  We didn't plan on getting too specific (yeah, like I believe that...), but by the end of the shopping trip we had picked out the very ring.  Much to the dissapointment of the folks at the jeweler, we left with no ring in hand.  This happened for several reasons, but one of them was that it is a big investment and I don't like buying something like that without doing serious looking around.  Heck, I don't like buying socks without some serious looking around.

When I told the family that I was looking at rings, I heard that I should ask Mark, a family friend who is a jeweler in Salt Lake.  That was where Dad bought Mom's ring.  I contacted Mark and found a ring I really liked.  I liked it better than the one we picked together, but it still had the qualities that she said she liked about the other one.  I really liked it.  Anyway, by this time Kate had left Utah for Texas, so there wasn't much rush to buy - I had a month before I was going to see her again. 

I was also told of another friend of a friend named Roger who was also a jeweler (I swear, everyone I know knows a jeweler).  I got in touch with Roger, and he took a while getting back with me.  He scoffed at the size I wanted, and was only able to find me one that small in the cut I wanted.  (In my defense, it was not a terribly small diamond, it's just a cut that is generally used for huge friggin things).  He gave me the price on that one small diamond (again, small to him, not to me), which cost WAY more than Mark was saying, and several more that were all much bigger (and further out of my price range).  He assured me that I had misheard Mark, and that no one could get me a .75 carat asscher cut diamond ring for less than $4000, and that he was coming down quite a bit to get me that $4000 as it was. 

Anyway, I did not spend $4000.  Sorry if that disapoints anybody.  I thanked Roger for his time and called Mark to say we were a go.  On June first, I drove up to Salt Lake to finalize everything.  Because I was going to drive from Provo to Texas, and I didn't want to lose the ring in the car, I told Mark to do what he had to do and then just ship the ring to Mom and Dad's house in Texas.

Mark told me that he had the diamond there, but that the setting he would have to order special (I had seen the diamond in person, but only seen the setting as a picture).  It would take about 2 weeks from that day for him to order it, receive it, set it, ship it, and for me to get it.  That seemed pretty great to me.

Two weeks later (ie, the day he said it would already be in Texas), it was Monday.  I was getting ready to leave Provo on Tuesday and still hadn't heard anything so I called Mark.  He told me that getting the setting was taking longer than he expected, but it would get there soon and he would keep me posted.

I drove to Texas Tuesday and Wednesday, picked Kate up in Daingerfield, and drove to Huntsville Thursday.  Still no ring.  But at that point, it was harder to call Mark since Kate was around.  She spent Thursday and Friday in Huntsville, and I drove her home Friday night and came back to Huntsville on Saturday morning alone.

I didn't have a chance to talk to Mark till Monday.  I called him again and explained that there was a bit of hurry-up involved in the situation.  He told me that the setting had still not come, but that he expected it that day.  He would set it and ship it the next day (Tuesday) and I would have it in my hand on Wednesday.  Kate came down for another visit Tuesday and Wednesday. 

Now, let me remind you, dear reader, that Kate has known for some time that she was getting a ring.  She has been expecting it.  Tuesday at lunch she asked, ever so sweetly, "where the hell's my ring, you jerk?" and I answered that it just wasn't here yet.  Which was true.  I said that I was very frustrated, which was also true.  I also said that I had talked to the jeweler and that he didn't have the setting yet, but that it would be in soon.  That had at one point been true, so I figured it was OK.  I just figured that if she knew what it looked like, and she knew that it was coming, at least I could surprise her with the exact timing.

On Wednesday, Dad wanted to take us out to lunch, and I realized when Mom, Kate, and I were in the car together that there would be nobody home for an hour and if the fedex guy came, he would miss us.  It was too late to say anything without raising suspicion, so I just hoped the guy wouldn't come till we got back.

He did.

When we got back, there was a tag on the door saying the fedex guy had come, and we could either pick up the package after 7 in Conroe, or they would deliver it tomorrow.  I snuck off and called fedex.  I explained to them that the package had a diamond ring inside, and that the finger that ring was going on was leaving town in about 2 hours.  They called the driver and the driver called me back a few minutes later saying he was in Riverside making deliveries and could wait for me for a couple minutes.

I told Kate and Mom (Mom knew) that fedex needed a David Payne to sign for a package containing medicine for Dad, and since Dad was busy I was going to pick it up.  Not my best lie ever, but it worked.  Kate and I drove out to get the package and came back without anything interesting happening.

One more semi-relevent piece of backstory.  Last year, John bought me a bookbox for my birthday.  I've kept it in my front room since then filled with candy.  People who spend time in apartment 6 know it well.  It's something of an inside joke for us, and Kate was on the inside of that joke.  So, I thought I was very clever and bought a bookbox of Lord of the Rings to give to Kate.

When we got back from picking up the ring, I asked Mom to put the ring in the Lord of the Rings, and wrap the whole thing up like a birthday present (both because she could make it prettier than I could and because I was going to be busy distracting Kate). Later in the day, Kate and I were sitting on the porch talking on the swing.  We had talked previously about the fact that I was going to give her an early Birthday present (since I wouldn't be in Texas for her real birthday).  I asked her if since the ring wasn't here yet, she would want to open the part of her birthday surprise that was. She, of course, said yes.  Who says no to presents?

I went inside, and got the book box, wrapped up in wrapping paper like a birthday present should be.  I came out and said "It's about time you had one of these.  Keep it on your coffee table."  Those two statements were, of course, about different parts of the gift, but I tried to play it cool so she would only think about the second part and think about a book box.

She unwrapped it and knew it was not a real book, but thought there was only candy or something like that inside (since she knows that's what I keep in mine).  When she opened it, there was a small jewelry box inside.  Remember that she thought that the ring wasn't here yet, so she thought that it was earrings or some other small piece of jewelry.  She opened the ring and stared at it for a while.  Then she put it on and stared at it for a while.

And that's about the end of the fun part of the story.  The rest is hugging and showing the ring to Mom and stuff like that.  And let's be honest, that's not exciting to anybody but us.  The exciting part is that she said yes.
I'm a Mormon.