How old is the oldest chemical what you have?
This bottle of sodium-nitrite is a little more than 100 year old, and as good as an other bottle of NaNO2 what we got from Sigma 2 month ago.
I should find this out when I’m back in the trenches.
Also, I appreciate the latin.
IF HE HOLLERS LET HIM GO SEARCHING FOR DAVE CHAPPELLE TEN YEARS AFTER HE LEFT HIS OWN SHOW (via The Believer - If He Hollers Let Him Go - by Rachel Kaadzi Ghansah)
The Story of Kabosu, the Shiba Inu Behind the Doge Meme
that^ was fun to read
Homeless Youth Alliance center closing because of high rent -
The mayor, real estate agents and tech companies will say this is good for us, good for our city, hell - that it is good for America. For the 45 to 150 kids a day who rely on the nonjudgmental services, access to therapy and support, warmth, food and sense of place that the alliance has provided for the past 12 years, gentrification of the Haight and San Francisco in general means a lot of things. Law enforcement officers, who already actively harass and degrade the homeless kids, will feel pressured to get even meaner to chase them away. The owners could change their mind and decide that the health and well-being of people who desperately need the space they own has a value that can’t be measured in dollars and cents. Or someone with access to the mayor could convince him that multimillions of dollars in tax breaks for businesses needs to be coupled with funding to ensure the health and well-being of people. Paul Boden is the executive director for the Western Regional Advocacy Project, an alliance of grassroots organizations that advocate for change in governmental housing policies.
Christmas day and a homeless shelter gets evicted. Any angels get their wings? No bells?
so much for the “if you can’t pronounce the ingredients you shouldn’t eat it” thing am i right?
don’t mess with the dutch
The Night to Make Crystals -
'Twas the night to make crystals, and all through the hood
Compounds were reacting; I’d hoped that they would.
The hood door I closed with greatest of care,
To keep noxious vapours from fouling the air.
The reflux condenser was hooked to the tap,
And the high vacuum pump had a freshly filled trap.
I patiently waited to finish my task,
While boiling chips merrily danced in the flask.
Then from the pump there arose such a clatter
That I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away with the fume hood! Up with the door!
And half of my product foamed out on the floor
Then what to my watering eyes should appear,
But a viscous black oil which had once been so clear.
I turned the pump off in a terrible rush,
And the oil that sucked back filled the line with mush.
The ether boiled out of the flask with a splash,
And hitting the mantle went off with a flash.
My nose turned quite ruddy, my eyebrows were bare,
The blast had singed off nearly half of my hair.
I shut the hood door with a violent wrench,
As acid ate holes in the floor and the bench.
I flushed it with water, and to my dismay,
Found sodium hydride had spilled in the fray.
And then e’er the fire got way out of hand,
I managed to quench it with buckets of sand.
Then shoveled up seven big buckets of mud.
I extracted the slurry again and again
With ether and then with dichloromethane.
Chromatographic techniques were applied
Several times ‘til the product had been purified.
I finally viewed with a satisfied smile,
One half gram in a shiny new vial.
I mailed the yield report to my boss,
Ninety percent (allowing for loss).
“Good work,” said the boss in the answering mail,
“Use same conditions on preparative scale.”
taped to my lab door…
10 µM NaCl