First day at nursery



[Image of Humuhumu in khaki trousers and a stripey jumper, being held by a pretty blonde nursery staff member in a red t-shirt.]

On her first day at nursery, Humuhumu had a fabulous time. She’s quite sociable, plays on her own for long stretches of time and will happily eat most things. The big culinary discovery this week was custard. I think she’s wondering why we’d never given it to her previously. She’s even managed to pick up a new trick over the course of her first three days. She now knows how to throw a toy out of her reach and then wait for us to pick it up. It is even more tedious than I had previously imagined.

On Humuhumu’s first day at nursery, her mummy went to the campus cafe to hide behind dark glasses and a large cappucino and pretend not to be crying. She did manage to do a bit of work and to have a long walk, but she went to pick up Humuhumu fifteen minutes early because she couldn’t stand it any longer.

First day at work



[Image of me with shiny salon hair and dark sunglasses in front of the Floozie in the Jacuzzi, central Birmingham.]

My first day back at work was last Friday. On Thursday, I got my first non-self-inflicted haircut in 18 months, pictured above. On Friday, I got up at 5:30 am to breastfeed Humuhumu and was out the door by 6. I ended up missing the 18:15 on the way back and had to take a later, slower train, so I didn’t get home until 10 pm. However, I had good briefings with colleagues and a tasty pub lunch and I moved my desk to a new office.

Additionally, I took part in the following exchange.

Me, re an ex-colleague: He’s gone to work on software interfaces for a Russian moon lander.
Labmate: In Soviet Russia, moon lands on you!

This is why I missed my work.

Viennese shop windows

I've been going through the photos I took in Vienna and these made a little series.



Image of a little stone angel with her tilted head resting on her hands.

+3 )

And in conclusion, BABY.


[Image of a shirtless Humuhumu laughing at her daddy, reflected in the mirror of the wardrobe behind her.]


[Image of Humuhumu in her black n00b onesie, holding the toes of her left foot in her hand.]

Hello, Mummy's flist/dwircle.
You'll be glad to know that I'm now half American!

After my first nursery visit on Thursday morning, which I enjoyed immensely, Mummy & I walked around the Winterbourne Botanic Gardens near the university while Daddy worked. It was cold but lovely and the tea room was full of ladies who thought I was the cutest thing ever, which is of course correct.

Then we all traveled down to London by train. I enjoyed the train ride but the tube journey was not so fun during rush hour. We had to get off one tube because I started howling. Daddy walked up and down the platform and I calmed down a bit but then we got on another tube train to continue so I had a chance to annoy a whole new set of commuters until I gave up abruptly and went to sleep. We met [livejournal.com profile] dizzykj in the lift at Elephant & Castle tube station and traveled to her house by bus while I cried. Mummy fed me for a while and I went back to sleep.

The next morning we all got up early and prepared for the trip to the American embassy. Unfortunately, Daddy's trousers ripped from about halfway down his thigh to the crotch. We didn't have time to buy him a new pair so Mummy had him tie a jumper round his waist & we all hoped no one would notice. (They didn't.) We stopped off at Mummy's work to drop off our suitcase and their phones because those aren't allowed in the embassy. But when we got to the embassy we discovered that Daddy still had his remote-control car key on him. Those are also not allowed. There was some disagreement about whether or not Mummy had informed Daddy of this stipulation. It was not resolved, but the nice security man stepped in before the "discussion" could get any warmer and told them that there was a storage facility down the street. Mummy took the car key there and Daddy & I went in to start the waiting process.

It took a total of 2.5 hours to get all the paperwork processed and Mummy & Daddy interviewed to ensure that they told the truth on my forms. The consular officers were kind to us and the waiting room was full of other babies and their parents, so it was a pleasant, if long, experience. At the end of it, the consular officer (who liked my cupcake outfit very much) said, "Congratulations, Humuhumu! You are now an American citizen," as I was being held by my British Daddy in his torn trousers.

The rest of the weekend is something of a blur but I know we saw Mummy's work colleagues, including [livejournal.com profile] flexagain. I met [personal profile] purplecthulhu and he gave me a present from Mauna Kea observatory, which was so thoughtful. I tried guacamole, lime and black beans. I attempted to nab sushi but Mummy was boring and wouldn't let me eat raw salmon. I went on many forms of transport including:

  • Car (Mummy & Daddy's)
  • Tube (Bakerloo line, District line, Victoria line, Central line)
  • Bus (2, 10, 168)
  • Train (London Midlands, Chiltern Railways)
  • Taxi (The famous London black cab!)


We saw brother & sister-out-law as well as my cousin before we got on a train to come home yesterday. I slept a lot today.

Mummy sends her apologies to the Londoners we didn't have a chance to see, especially [livejournal.com profile] imyril. It's snowy and icy and cold here. Mummy says it's spring, but as I have yet to experience the warmth she claims that season brings, I shall reserve judgment. Good night.
It’s Friday and it’s time for the debut episode of Awesome Things My Friends Have Made! First on my list is [personal profile] kake and [personal profile] bob’s Randomness Guide to London. When I want to find a pub that serves decent ale or a restaurant that serves delicious non-standard-British fare in a neighbourhood I don’t know, the RGL is my first stop, and it always delivers an excellent recommendation. The creators and contributors make an effort to provide the kind of detail that you might not know you wanted, such as exact prices paid on the dates of their visit, child-friendliness, music volume, and layout of the venue. They also give accessibility information, both at entrances and (crucially for London) to the loos.

If you live in London and want to contribute to the RGL, I can highly recommend going with [personal profile] kake and/or [personal profile] bob on a scouting trip for the guide. Both make a delightful accompaniment to a good pint or a plate of delicious food.

You can track the evolution of the RGL on Dreamwidth at [community profile] rglondon, which is updated weekly.
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( Dec. 16th, 2012 05:08 pm)
It's time again for Non-sectarian Festival Holiday seasonal giving, inspired by [personal profile] innerbrat! I will donate (slightly more than) the amount I’d otherwise spend on a card and postage to the following three charities on your behalf - £1.50 per person. If you select more than one charity, I’ll divide the donation among them. Hence, if you select all three, I’ll donate 50 pence to each on your behalf. I’m not planning to name anyone other than myself when I make the donations. This year the poll is completely anonymised and located only on Dreamwidth. If you're reading this post on LJ, you should be able to click the "View Poll" link and vote.

If you are able to make a small reciprocal donation on my behalf as well, that would be wonderful, but it is not required. Please select from the following three charities:

  1. Medecins sans Frontiers (Doctors Without Borders) is an international aid organisation that provides emergency aid to people affected by natural and less-natural disasters and war. They are independent, a-partisan and a-religious and use this independence to provide medical aid to everyone who needs it. (Description taken from [personal profile] innerbrat.)

  2. Planned Parenthood is a US-based charity that "work[s] to improve women’s health and safety, prevent unintended pregnancies, and advance the right and ability of individuals and families to make informed and responsible choices."

  3. Battersea Dogs & Cats Home is a London-based charity that reunites lost dogs and cats with their owners or cares for them until new homes can be found, giving them shelter and veterinary care.


Poll #12346 Seasonal Giving 2013
This poll is closed.
This poll is anonymous.
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: Just the Poll Creator, participants: 39

I would like Nanila to donate on my behalf to the following charity or charities.

Medecins Sans Frontiers
30 (76.9%)

Planned Parenthood
21 (53.8%)

Battersea Dogs & Cats Home
11 (28.2%)



I'll tally up the votes and make my donation on solstice (21 December). Comments are screened and will remain so, if you would like to identify yourself when you vote or let me know about reciprocal Seasonal Giving.


[Image: My daughter in a new black ThinkGeek onesie with "n00b" printed on the front.]

Yesterday was Humuhumu's first big adventure. We went to London on the train and then to my work. She & the bloke then wandered off to the museums while I worked frantically for about three hours. Well, I say the museums. I found them in the pub, so I rather suspect much of the time was spent having lunch with the bloke's friend and charming the bar staff with her big-eyed wonder at the bright lights of the big city.

It was our first time changing her nappy in public, too. I was happy to discover that Marylebone station, in addition to being beautiful, has nice unisex changing facilities so the bloke & I could take our time fumbling around with the change bag.

She was quietly curious, feeding or sleeping for 90% of the trip. The one exception was the bus. Bus journeys with an infant in a pram are a bad idea. Even if the bus isn't rammed, you can't remove the baby from the pram while you're on it - it lurches around too much. Humuhumu is accustomed to being picked up when she cries, which was possible on the train because we had time to get settled in and put the pram away before the train started moving. It wasn't possible on the bus, and the betrayed looks she was giving me as she voiced her disapproval at being left strapped in were as painful to me as the oppressive weight of other passenger's judgment. (I'd forgotten how many miserable gits there are in London.) Future bus journeys, I conclude, will be made with her in her sling. Train journeys, on the other hand, are a golden opportunity for her to make the commuters go all gooey, even large and forbidding-looking gentlemen in suits.
Arrr, mateys, what mischief and mayhem have ye been up to this week? Me own activities have mostly consisted of puttin' quill to parchment and dreamin' of far-flung future deeds of dering-do on distant gas planets. Less of the plunderin' and pilferin' than rightfully suits a swashbucklin' lass, but needs must when the devil drives, as the landlubbers say.

Tho' the rum-drinkin' in this household be in a woeful state of nonexistence due to me present condition, I can say that:

- The sunsets still be beautiful.




- Quartermaster Telstar still be guardin' us fiercely - Terryfyin', no?


- A venture on a cable car was had with me work colleagues in London - read all about it here.


If any of ye London lot wish to see me before I ship off with me trusty First Mate Bloke and Princess Humuhumu, I shall be in yer fair city and available for noshin' at noontide or grogtide on Wednesday 26 September for belated birthday celebrations. Yes, I've ridden this here titchy blue-green rock around a giant ball of fusing gas quite a number of times now. After that, I shall be at sea, in both literal and fig'rative senses, if ye catch me drift.

YARRRR!
Since Curiosity is soon to make its necessarily complicated landing on the surface of Mars, I thought I’d share the lecture notes I made when I went with three of my work colleagues to the Royal Aeronautical Society (not to be confused with the Royal Astronomical Society) in London a couple of weeks ago. The lecture was given by Matt Wallace, Lead Systems Engineer for Curiosity at NASA-JPL. It was therefore tech-focused rather than science-focused. I imagine this is mostly information that can be found in various places on the interwebs, but it was fun hearing it put together from the engineering perspective. I enjoyed the lecture immensely.

He began briefly reminding us that rover-based exploration of Mars is pretty modern. 1997 saw the landing of Sojourner, which lasted for 90 days and carried about 5 lbs of science instrumentation. 2003 saw the landings of Spirit and Opportunity, which carried about 11 lbs. Curiosity is a big step forward, carrying 185 lbs of science instrumentation and weighing about a ton. Opportunity saw sedimentary rock near its landing crater, which indicated that surface water must have been on Mars. It’s hoped that Curiosity will be able to measure whether or not another key ingredient for the evolution of life as we know it, carbon, is present in sufficient quantities to have potentially existed on Mars.

Curiosity will land on the surface of Mars on 6 August 2012. It lies flat in its 4.5 metre diameter entry capsule, which looks a bit like it might contain an oversized Pokemon. Or a Mini Cooper. (A photo of the entry capsule sitting over a Mini Cooper may have been shown.) The landing process looks straightforward at first. The cruise stage releases the capsule, spinning at 2 rev/minute. The entry capsule, doing 17000 miles per hour during descent, deploys its parachute after firing thrusters to correct its trajectory. It splits in half and lets the bottom shell drift away as it slows to 200 miles per hour. Then the top half of the shell detaches to allow the descent stage and rover to slow to 2 miles per hour.

Now comes the weird bit. The descent stage - the SkyCrane - lowers the rover on a bridle (which is controlled by the rover) and ever so gently releases it onto the surface of Mars. It then expends its remaining fuel and flies off and crashes 150 to 200 metres away from the rover. [The animation linked below makes it look like it lands miles away, for some reason!] The SkyCrane is the really unique piece of kit involved in Curiosity. Such a large, heavy rover needed a very controlled delivery mechanism. The Doppler accuracy on the descent stage has to be accurate to within a few metres when it and the rover are still 11 km above the planet’s surface.

Mr Wallace showed several interesting touchdown testing clips on both rough and smooth terrain, as well as the deployment testing in a wind tunnel of the disk-gap band parachute. The parachute is the biggest of these NASA has built - capable of withstanding 6000 lbs of impulse. It was also field-tested with an F-18. Curiosity has 17 cameras. Some are for practical purposes, like hazard avoidance, and others for science.

Curiosity will not be all that much faster than Spirit and Opportunity. It will travel up to 6 cm/s (less than 0.1 mph), meaning it can go about 100 metres a day. However, it has one major advantage over them because it’s nuclear rather than solar powered. It uses radioisotope thermoelectric generators (RTGs). This is unusual for a non-outer-planetary mission, but it was deemed necessary to achieve the science objectives of the rover. It means it can be operational whenever it likes, instead of being restricted by its battery capacity and view of the Sun.

Thermal testing was pretty extreme. The 25-foot test chamber was raised to daytime temperatures (+20 degrees Celsius), then pumped out and flooded with liquid nitrogen to simulate night conditions (-130 degrees Celsius). Curiosity will be subjected to this thermal cycle on a daily basis, so the electronics needed to be very robust.

The landing site is at the base of Mount Sharp, near what looks like alluvial flow. The site combines a crater with a mountain in the middle of it, where the crater had filled in with sedimentary material that subsequently eroded away. All this makes it quite a rich science target. Curiosity will spend its two-year prime mission traversing up the lower slopes. The landing ellipse (19 km by 7 km) is much reduced from what Spirit and Opportunity had, since it’s quite a hazardous location.

Landing will be completely autonomous, as the landing phase takes 7 minutes, while communication time from Earth to Mars is about 13 minutes. That will be fun for the mission engineers after waiting through Curiosity’s eight-month journey.

Here’s hoping all goes well on 6 August!



JPL’s animation of descent and landing (first 4 minutes), and rover operations. Curiosity pootles along the edge of the crater, checks out several different rocks until it finds one that’s interesting enough to “taste” and then samples it. YouTube video, 11:20, no narration.
Number of times I've boarded a packed Tube train in the past month: 14
Number of times I've been offered a seat: 8
Number of times I've been offered a seat by a female: 6
Number of times I've been offered a seat by a male: 2
Number of times I've been offered a seat by a male native English speaker: 0
Number of times I've been offered a priority seat intended for physically disabled/pregnant passengers: 0
Number of times someone has apologised for not noticing me earlier: 2
Number of times the apologetic person has been female: 2

Dear London, I do love you but you still don't do a great job of accommodating those who are less-than-fully-able-bodied. (Also, my feet are swollen by the end of the day, dammit. I have to walk a minimum of 5 km on my commute and I weigh 14 kg more than I normally do. And yes, I am wearing sensible shoes.)
[livejournal.com profile] lapswood was kind enough to send me a few photos he took at Eastercon last month. I thought this one made a nice illustration of some points that were made about PoCs and the (lack of) diversity at science fiction conventions.

This is from the panel I was on. Myself, the gentleman next to me and the man on the opposite end from me are all working scientists. The other man is the moderator - I'm not sure whether or not he is a scientist.



When I look at this picture, the first thing that pops into my head is the Sesame Street song: "One of these things is not like the others/One of these things just doesn't belong."

Visually, the thing that doesn't belong is me. And that makes me sad. What does it make you think?
When I do an outreach session, one question I'm almost invariably asked afterward is, "What got you into science?" I have a range of answers to this, all of which are partially true and all of which, singly, seem to be accepted by the qeustsions as The Answer. I find this frustrating, because as far as I can tell, for most people there is no Great Epiphanic Moment that lets you know what your vocation should be for the rest of your life. But for some reason, many of us have this anticipation ingrained into us so deeply that we end up wandering around expecting it in vain until we die, and I hate perpetuating it in this way. Although I'm quite happy with my job and the life I've built, I realise there are probably a half-dozen other ways in which I could have been equally happy doing something entirely different.

Here are the answers I give to this question.

  1. Carl Sagan's "Cosmos" and/or David Attenborough's "The Living Planet", in which they express pure unabashed enthusiasm for science. These were among a handful of television programmes that I was allowed to watch as a child, aside from the news and "The Muppet Show". (I re-watched "Cosmos" recently and found it a little creepy. He never stops smiling.)

  2. My grandfather. He was an artist, but he was also a craftsman with an abiding interest in science and engineering. He helped me make some wonderful models in primary school - a slice of clay painted to show the layers of the Earth's interior, dioramas of dinosaurs, a papier mache volcano.

  3. My mother the librarian. She brought home stacks of books for me, gradually tailoring them to my growing interest in science as I aged.

  4. The desire to do something "difficult". I found I could get good marks in most academic subjects without exercising the full capacity of my brain. Science, especially chemistry and physics, proved more challenging and hence more fun. We got to build things! Make dangerous compounds! Carry out controlled explosions! What wasn't to like?

  5. The desire to know more about the way the universe works. There are so many questions. We still have so far to go before we can start exploring our solar system, let alone our galaxy, in person. I want us to survive long enough to be able to make all those wonderful science fiction fantasies we have come true. It won't happen in my lifetime, but I'm happy knowing that in my tiny way, i'm contributing to the process of inching toward that goal.

  6. The knowledge that I'm doing something that gives people hope for something more than just surviving on this small dirty rock/beautiful blue marble.


Here are the answers I don't give, but are also true.

  1. The desire to travel. Let's face it, you need money to travel. If you haven't been born to parents who are able and willing to help you do so, you'll have to earn enough to do it on your own. Science, engineering and IT, if you develop your technical skills well enough, allow you to either fund your own trips abroad or go to conferences.

  2. The desire for creature comforts. I could survive in a tent with no hot water and access only to chemical toilets. I just don't want to, or at least not for longer than a week. Again, this comes down to money. I like my lifestyle. I wouldn't, at this point, be willing to live in a cramped flat trying to scrape a living off one of my less developed skills (writing, photography, painting), which is why they are hobbies.

  3. It passes the time in a stimulating manner.


The truth, then, is a complicated mixture of selfishness and altruism, but does anyone really want to hear that?

Bonus weird anecdote: My first outreach event this week was at the ScienceAlive centre in Harlow, Essex. A man came up to me afterward urging me to vote Republican "so they won't cut NASA's budget". Given that NASA's budget was at a high of 4.4% during the Apollo mission and has been on the slide pretty much ever since, I don't think that logic works too well. (Also, no.) I won't be basing my decision exclusively on what happens to NASA's budget (Also, NO.) What gives you the right to tell me how to vote after I've given a talk on Cassini at Saturn - and after I've told you our team's funding doesn't come from NASA - anyway? (Did I mention, no?)

It transpired he'd been watching Fox News. May the heavens preserve the UK from the incursions of Fox News. The Daily Mail is quite enough, thankyouverymuch.

Bonus anecdote #2: My second outreach event was at a secondary school in Tottenham, London, to a bunch of Year 9 students (about 14 years old). The organisers neglected to tell me that I wasn't going to be speaking to the top set, but rather to an "aspirational" group. Read: kids with behavioural problems. I figured this out about halfway through my talk, but damn, that was unnecessarily exhausting without the forewarning. It's always harder talking to a disaffected audience. That doesn't mean I don't believe it's worth doing. But at least if I know this in advance, I'm mentally prepared for the two or three people who clearly don't want to be there and aren't afraid to show that they couldn't care less that I've given up my time to come and speak to them.
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