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I am tired of walking. Really tired of it. I must have walked miles yesterday in the factory. And then I walked miles again today. But first things first.

I spend a happy hour discovering that HP writes good instructions. Actually, they don't use instructions at all, just pictures. But getting all the stuff set up and hooked together was Not Impossible. It wasn't even vaguely confusing. Then I turned it on and spent some time figuring out how to use the without having duplicate screens. Once I feel more comfortable with the system, I'll set it up to dual screen, but in the meantime . . . Anyway, the computer is a real sweety, even if the software has already forced an emergency shutdown. She didn't let it affect her at all, even though I had to have the help of an IT person to get to my email. She needs a name, obviously. Suggestions?

Then I went on the campus tour. Unlike the factory tour, the campus tour was just for us interns. For the most part, it was meh. We visited Teardown, though, which is cool because watching people rip cars apart to see how they were put together is never not-cool. And then we went to the wind tunnel.

It is massive. Really huge. We walked around the other side to see the fan. The fan is forty-three feet in diameter. The max wind speed is a hundred and thirty mph. They were setting up for a run, but sadly we did not get to see it. We did go underneath to see the balance system that tracks how the car behaves in the wind. It can carry something like wight metric tons and register a ten gram weight change. Impressive stuff.

Then I went back to my desk and read email. Being out for three months ensures that I always have a lot of email to read when I get back. Big Sis has already started the four-hundred page epic that will be our correspondence this term :P After email, I began research on biodiesel. They're all methyl esters, which is one of the things on the "ignore these" list -_- But I think I've found a patent that's talking about hydrogenating, which is a first step. Tomorrow I meet my librarian and get access to interesting thing like the Journal of Biodiesels, which should help.

So I have gone on two tours in as many days and am vaguely dreading the research part of this research project. And also wondering if they really think it is going to take me three months.

Title: Maru-Raba
Fandom: Taming of the Shrew
Rating: PG
Warnings: Kissing. Still chaste.

A Beginning )

And that's it. Wow, I think that' the first time I've ever actually finished a multi-part project. It makes me happy. I may do a DVD commentary extra, if anyone wants one. And all you lurkers can come out and tell me what you thought, now that it is finished. Please. Comment whore here.
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And, as these things go, pretty good. I got in at seven, and had about half an hour to talk to my boss before I had to go off to meet the person who actually has technical charge of me, even though we don't work in the same building and we're probably not going to be much in contact.

I was told that I'd be going to see a plant later.

So then I went back to my cube and started hauling my equipment out of boxes. I'm kinda . . . wondering why they felt the need to give me a laptop, as I don't particularly need the mobility and I can't customize it. I mean, what's the point of a laptop if you don't have sysadmin access? But they pulled out all the stops and so I have an enormous monitor, plus brand-spankin' out-of-the-box new keyboard, mouse, and laptop docking station. Tomorrow, I get to go through the fun of banging on it until it works. And possibly calling India.

Then some of the other interns came and picked me up and we went to watch car be made.

And, well. You know those machines from The Matrix which are all clawlike to hold people in place while they injected things and added brain jacks and welded thing to people's spines? Those machines actually exist. I have seen them. Not, admittedly, installing brain jacks. But they were picking up and moving around whole sides of cars, and doing it to tolerances of millimeters. Elegant, big, powerful machines.

The factory itself had a very steampunk'd feel, or would have had there been a. more steam and b. less bright yellow paint. The yellow was everywhere. All the robots are yellow, all the forklifts are yellow, all the paths are in yellow, all the safety cages are in yellow. (Presumably, the cages are to keep the robots, which are bolted to the floor in, when the robot uprising happens.) But the huge steel pillars and the sense that you are a part of a working machine that doesn't care about you? Very steampunk'd. Maybe I should say more technopunk, because there were a lot of screens and fluorescent lights, too.

It takes about two and a half days to assemble a car start to finish, and one day of it is painting it. Cars have between three and six paint layers usually, and they all have to be applied in layers no thicker than, say, twenty thousandths of a millimeter. So it's precision stuff.

I was really kind of surprised to learn that the engine and powertrain go in last. I'd thought you build the car to go first, and then add the interior. But apparently not. And mostly it's people and not machines that put the interior in, bit by bit. The cars themselves move at a little slower than a walk, so while they're moving people can crawl all over them adding bits and bolting them on. The actual line squiggles in a series of U-shapes, a quarter of a mile long and maybe forty feet across. Long assembly line is long. And then the completed cars are set down by these giant claws of cradles and someone drives them off to do final alignment checks, and so on. It made me think of alligator mothers.

But I think the most surprising bit was how clean the whole place was. I mean, you don't particularly think of an automobile factory as top ten on the list of clean air environments, but even around the welding bots, I couldn't really smell the burnt-metal smell of welding. I could, oddly enough, smell cloves. And there was none of this shit where you get trash all over because someone is too lazy to throw things away. The whole place . . . worked.

Now all they have to do is replace the corrugated steel rooftop with a clear plexiglass one, and all will be well.

Title: Maru-Raba
Fandom: Taming of the Shrew
Rating: PG
Warnings: Kissing. Chaste kissing, but kissing.

A Kind of Confusion )

Hmm, that one came out a little . . . iunno. Sad? Nostalgic? One more day, at any rate and then they ride off into the sunset happily ever after. Or something. Anyway.

Supposedly, I'm going on a wind tunnel tour tomorrow. Whoo!
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. . . that LJ was down last night? They called it emergency maintenance, and they were certainly only down for a half hour that I noticed so I'll buy that it was unscheduled, but aside from that, no news.

Work tomorrow. Le sigh.

Title: Maru-Raba
Fandom: Taming of the Shrew
Rating: G
Warnings: None

People are Stupid when Laughing )

Hey, we're getting on to the end. Yay. A couple more days and we'll be finished. Also, the ride from Verona to Padua is more like fifty miles, which a single man on horseback can cover pretty well in a day. I stuck Petruchio's villa just inside the Veronese land limits, so their ride is more like half that, or a four to five hours when they don't stop to spend two hours talking to Franca.
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My room, not to put to fine a point on it, is a mess. I will probably grow up into one of those little old ladies with houses full of stuff and little paths through the clutter, but not because I'm a compulsive buyer. I'm really not; my shopping philosophy is something like, "put it off until you can't any more, and then buy exactly what I need and be in and out of the store as quickly as possible." I have the other problem. Yeah, that one. I don't throw things away.

MW, however, does. Not a lot of things, you understand, because in this house the only things that get thrown away are those that can't be recycled, composted, donated, used in some other capacity, or resold. But my room is full of . . . well, junk. Things I keep for no real reason and which fall into one or more of the above categories. Like the wooden boards that I punched until they broke. They might be useful to my father for propping things up, but they could also be composted. And so on.

So the plan for this summer is to go through a bit of my room every week and remove everything that I no longer wear, use, or need. We started last night by cleaning about half my floor. Kinda. The floor was occupied by the Huje Cold Water Wash Pile o' DHOOM, which a basket easily cleaned up, a pile of hangers which don't fit in my overstuffed closet right now and are in temporary storage until they do, and the Bix Cardboard Box. The BCB is big. I mean, big. Taller than I am big. And mostly empty, with my not-nice painting-things clothings at the bottom, which I use for Habitat Builds. The box is in my room until Thursday. And then it will look like progress has occurred, instead of progress simply having occurred.

And maybe I will learn how to tell the difference between useful stuff and junk and also how to toss the latter.

Title: Maru-Raba
Fandom: Taming of the Shrew
Rating: G
Warnings: Snipyness

In Which an Ugly but Expensive Dress is a Major Point )

Why yes, Katharina is a sly and manipulative bitch. Who has very good taste, something that few contemporaries had. I should also point out that making a dress out of velvet for the summer months (which is when I'm setting this) is a really stupid thing to do. You'd die of heatstroke. Silk is much better.
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I don't hate them as a group. I just hate the ones we have, because they don't seem to understand the concept of the ten-minute sheet change. Instead, they remove the sheets from my bed, wash and dry those sheets, and then replace them. I'm not quite sure how to explain to them that I leave clean sheets on the bed for a reason, and the reason is not so they can be put pack in the closet.

Title: Maru-Raba
Fandom: Taming of the Shrew
Rating: G
Warnings: Snipyness

This Actually Takes a Lot of Research )

No, srsly. First I had to look up the design of early Italian villas, then all about printing presses, then whether or not Verona is a wine region in Italy (it is). There was also some stuff about whether or not Italians were practicing serfdom that late in history. I am acting as if this is taking place in the early 1500s, around Shakespeare's time. Last time, I went looking for pre-tomato Italian recipes, some of which looked really good although sticking your hand in the sauce to see if it's ready is kind of disgusting. And so if anyone feels like giving me authentic details etc, I'd love to have them.

Hot

Jul. 12th, 2008 08:30 pm
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My room has this horrible habit of not being able to retain temperature. I mean, the temperature the internal themostat gives it. In winter, it's always a bit colder in summer, it's a few degrees warmer. Which would not be a big deal but a few degrees warmer that seventy-six, which is what the thermostat is set at in summer, is nearly eighty. And I am hot.

Title: Maru-Raba
Fandom: Taming of the Shrew
Rating: G
Warnings: Snipyness

Katharina is Shrewd )

Wow, long bit. But Franca really wanted to show up, and you can't just say no to her, so. That was Franca. If she'd been nobly born, she would also have been called a shrew because she's at least as intelligent as Katharina and she's got a lot more life experience to boot.

Home

Jul. 11th, 2008 10:17 pm
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So today we did the backstage tour of the theatre. Some really amazing Things:
For every second of onstage fighting or song-and-dance, there's an hour of choreographing.
There are seven people working to support every actor onstage.
The stage weapons armory, because it contains real weapons, has to go through regular inspection.
Old costumes are put into storage.

And then we drove home. Glad to be back.

Title: Maru-Raba
Fandom: Taming of the Shrew
Rating: G
Warnings: Snipyness

Have Some More )

The language got all flowery that time around. Cudos to those who spot the unsubtle innuendo. Anyway. This is fun, although the quips make my head hurt. Maybe we'll get to the wedding soon.
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So today was mostly driving from Rochester in New York to Niagara, where we stopped for lunch and then crossed over. Oh, and went fall-viewing, but we did our Serious Niagara Trip a few years ago and have Maid of the Mist photos and everything, so we just stopped on the observation deck and watched for a bit.

Then we entered Canadia, our friendly and better-governed neighbors to the North. Stratford is remarkably hard to find for a town so well known for putting on plays.

And then we saw Taming of the Shrew, which is okay if you think that people ought to rule over their spouses and use traumatic hypnotism to force them into obedience. But it gave me thinky thoughts, since Katty was such an amazing bitch. I aspire to one day be that bitchy, and that snippy.

So. Here's a bit. Tell me if it needs to finished.

Title: Maru-Raba
Fandom: Taming of the Shrew
Rating: G
Warnings: Snipyness

Strong-Minded Young Woman )

Tomorrow, we do the backstage, trapdoor tour and then go home.

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