Blessed by the Potato

I was preparing my lunch earlier: peanut butter and jelly, with the crusts cut off, of course. It was then that I was hit with an epiphany: I am not ready for this.

I don’t even know what this is, but here I am, an idealistic kid cutting the crusts off his sandwiches. I’m clearly not ready to deal with browned and less-tasty bread (or “sandwich handles”), and that is one of the less rigorous challenges life will throw my way.

People have been asking me what I’m going to do after I finish my degree. It’s a big terrifying question, and one I don’t really have a good answer to. I mean that’s still a long way away, isn’t it? (Isn’t it??) I still have no idea what I’m going to do with my life.

So I face the paradoxical fact that I’m also a grown-ass man: I’m going to graduate with an advanced degree in AWESOME any day now (any day now); I have a bald spot, and my metabolism has reached the point that I have to watch what I eat (except on milkshake and cookie days). I have students of my very own, and I teach them things. I’m married; my friends are reproducing — my former students are getting married and reproducing!

How did this happen? Shouldn’t somebody have stopped this? I mean, I recently stayed up to 5 am playing video games (though getting home from work after 1 am made this no great feat). There is no way that I’m grown up and ready for a real job or a family or a healthy balanced diet. I was always a very responsible child, but that’s on the kid scale of hooligan to quiet nerdy type; that’s a far cry from actual responsibility.

I suppose I’ll just have to take a cue from XKCD:

And define what being grown up means my own damned self.

My feet used to live a very dull life: I only ever own three pairs of footwear at a time (my current pair of sneakers, snow boots, and sandals/watershoes), and a large assortment of pre-matched all-season socks. These socks have, over the years, cycled from plain white tube socks to tube socks with stuff on them (swooshes, dark soles), to grey tube socks (to quiet the protests of “you can’t wear white socks with that!”). I generally buy a dozen socks or so at a time so that I don’t have to spend an inordinate amount of time playing sock matchmaker on laundry day.

However recently I’ve started getting into fancy socks: shorter socks for the summer with more elasticity around the arches; thicker socks for winter.

I’ve long known of the importance of socks: good socks help keep your feet dry, warm, and serve as a nice cushion/rub barrier between your shoes and your feet so you don’t get blisters. However, I never put much stock in fancy expensive socks, thinking they were largely gimmicks. Now that I’ve tried them, I have to say that I do notice some improvement with the different types of socks (particularly the summery socks that are shorter and breathe better on the tops). So now I’m a fancy sock convert.

In hindsight, it’s a little surprising to me that it took this long to come around, as I’ve long been a believer in the importance of pampering your feet, especially when it comes to comfy shoes.

I’m sure you’ve all been checking the site hourly, awaiting my return from Turkey. I’m proud to say I’m back, after spending what is one of the best weeks in Canada (see below for why) away in some other land. It was of course Canadian Thanksgiving as well, so we* had turkey in Turkey.

* – The rest of the group that is. I had pasta.

The conference itself was fairly mediocre (the rooms were so hot!), the resort was nice, but the travel itself to get there and back was ridiculous. Over 24 hours door-to-door, including 3 flights and an hour-and-a-half long bus ride through these tortuous roads.

Once there though we made the best of it, playing tennis, swimming, hitting the gym, and even taking in some scientific presentations. The pool was hardly chlorinated at all, which is either fantastic, or a little worrisome, depending on how much you think about it. I suspect it may be that the water stays pure because they kept it refrigerated, as it was a very chilly pool (really only ever saw Canadians and Scots in there). The food was decent, and my willpower strong, so combined with all the activity I managed to lose 5 pounds last week, which is fantastic! How strong was my willpower? Well, I brought 3 bags of candy with me, and 2 of them came back home. The hotel was all-inclusive, which included all-you-can-eat ice cream in the afternoons (or ice cream plus waffles on some days). Every day I went down to the ice cream bar, had a good, long look, inhaled the delicious smell, and then walked away from the free ice cream.

There were no speaker awards at this conference to win, so naturally I came home empty-handed on that front. The hotel, however, had little mini-competitions amongst the guests, and one such competition involved a video shooting/marksmanship game with a laser rifle. I did win that, and came home with a small kitschy medal :)

Now I’m safely back home… and sick. Right now it’s just the sniffles and a small fever, so I’m trying to work through it since I’m already pretty far behind on my timeline. I really hope it doesn’t get any worse, as I can’t afford to get sick now.

Sad news while I was gone: Benoit Mandelbrot died.

Anyway, it’s good to be back in Canada, especially since this is the best time of year:

Wayfare got me this cute little USB-powered Peltier cooler single-can “fridge” for our anniversary (aside: thanks to Amazon, I got her a big pile of late).

The idea is neat: using the power from your computer’s USB hub, you can cool a plate down to a respectably cool temperature, and use that to cool your pop. Then, encase the whole thing in retro-styled plastic. It’s a great gift idea for me, as I’ve been known to drink a half dozen or more caffeine-laced beverages through the course of a stressful work day. Because I’m cheap, I keep a case of Coke bought from the grocery store under my desk rather than go down to the vending machine or caf to spend waste $2.25 a pop. However, I then have to go to various lengths to make them cold, such as stealing ice from various hospital ice dispensers (the caf used to have a free ice dispenser for this purpose, but they took it out during the last renovation and never put it back in), or putting my Coke outside on the window ledge in the winter. After all: a One that is not cold, is scarcely a One at all.

Unfortunately, the cooler doesn’t look to be quite powerful enough to get the job done. After several hours on the plate, my Coke was barely any cooler than the ones that had been sitting on my desk at room temperature. However, the plate itself does get nicely cool, so I figured it maybe just needed more time to bring the temperature of the Coke down. However, even after sitting there overnight, the Coke is at best “not warm”. The air inside the fridge is also not particularly cold.

So, time to hack!

I can immediately identify two issues with the design. The first is that though the plate gets cold, only a small ring of aluminum from the can actually contacts the plate to transfer heat. So, I grabbed a handful of copper wool sitting around to see if I could increase the surface area for conduction.

The other issue is insulation: the little plastic fridge isn’t insulated. I figured it would at least limit convection and so should work better than the similar pop chillers that consist of just the cooler plate alone… however, remember in thermodynamics there is no free lunch. Though the top half of the plate gets cold, the bottom half gets hot, and in the system as a whole there is a net increase in heat. There’s no insulation break in the plastic around the heat dissipating area on the bottom and the chilled area on the top — the plastic may be serving as a route for the heat to get back up to the can, working against the chiller’s job. Though the fridge is very nearly perfectly sized for a single can, there is a tiny bit of wiggle room for insulation. Though I do actually have some syrofoam here, it’s way to messy to try to cut down to the right size, so I’m going to start by testing some bunched up tissues.

Unfortunately, even after leaving it on with the new mods in place overnight, my Coke was still no cooler than before. The copper wool turns out to not be a particularly good thermal conductor, despite being made of copper (I guess it’s all those air pockets). So, I grabbed some aluminum foil and tried to pack the bottom hollow of the Coke can to get better conduction, but still no joy. Then I did a bit more reading:

The Wikipedia entry on the thermoelectric coolers mentions that these USB drink chillers may not be very useful, providing milliWatts of effective cooling. For a quick calculation, the specific heat of water is about 4.2 J/°C/g. So, it would take 4.2 * 355 = 1.5 kJ of energy to lower the temperature of my pop by 1 °C. If 0.1 W of effective cooling were getting into the can, it would take over 4 hours to lower the temperature by 1 °C. Yikes!

Now I know why it says “keep your drink cold” on the box and not “cool your drink down” — it looks like the chiller is only powerful enough to slow down the warming up of an already cold drink. The answer may be more power!!!!!11one!111!! I’m pretty sure there are some DC power supplies not being used around here, though I’ll need to check with some of the more electrically-intelligent people around here if feeding more power to this thing could blow it up (or even help at all).

Other oddities: even though it only takes power from the USB (it doesn’t seem to try to load any drivers or work with the software in any way), it has system requirements, including 100 MB of free disk space…

I got kitties sent to me in the mail. It’s hilarious, there’s no name or return address:

Is this a hilarious piece of randomness? Should I be worried about an impending kitten war — a war involving or over kittens? Has the internet become self-aware, and chosen to announce this to the world with the sending of postcards with kittens?