Fish Lasagne

Last weekend I tried to whip up a fish lasagna à la maison. I thought the combination of fish and spinach would be good (and give you the strength of Popeye and the mental acuity of Einstein at the same time!). And it was, only the lasagna-dough was not cooked through completely, because it was a bit too dry.

Too dry? Thing is, I normally use frozen vegetables for my vegetarian lasagna, because I am lazy. Those produce much water while thawing out in the oven, so you have to be careful to have a real thick béchamel-sauce, or else your lasagna will swim. Accordingly, my béchamel-sauce is normally thick enough to stick to the wall (don't ask), which is not good when you have drained your spinach too much.

Also, next time I will buy better fish than that of the brick variety. Still, I am quite happy that it turned out as well as it did.

How to admit that you are an idiot

Dear Sir or Madam,

we have "inherited" the above mentioned matching network (40,68 MHz, 4kW) from one of our industrial partners. Unfortunately it was damaged when 220V mains power was applied to the 24V power connector by mistake. It seems that the power supply board of the unit is damaged. Would it be possible to order a replacement?

Best regards,
Boris Legradic

New electrodes

Here are my new electrodes. Aren't they sweet? And no, you can't play with them, they are mine. I, unfortunately, cannot play with them neither, and the reason for this is magic smoke. You see, there is a new (and computer controlled!) matchbox that goes with the new electrodes. Or maybe I should say there was. Because yesterday I wanted to try it out. Since it isn't new-new, but rather one of those things inherited from the industry (who like to use affiliated groups like ours as a dumping ground for old equipment), it doesn't come with much in the way of documentation. I had to hunt up a cable for it's weird four-pole plug. I finally found one, plugged it into the mains and hey presto! Instant arcs, flashes and magic smoke goodness. It turns out that those particular kind of cables exist in two different versions: 24V DC and 220V AC. Guess which one I should have picked.

I would like to meet the imbecile who thought it would be a good idea of having one and the same form-factor for two completely different voltages. I am sure it made sense to him at that time, but I still want to punch him in the face.

All is not yet lost - I have a second of those matchboxes, only designed for 27.02 MHz and not 40.68 MHz. But when have I ever let design stop me? I am sure I can adapt it somehow...

Lockjaw

Goddammit, I should rename this blog "hypochondriac medical reports". My newest ailment: Lockjaw. And I didn't even come by it honestly (for example defending my girlfriend from rabid Swiss - I would win, of course, but one of them could clip me with an unexpected postmortem spasm), no it just happened - suddenly I can't open my mouth more than two fingers worth. Well I can, but then it hurts, also, it seems to worsen if I do.

That is something strange I have noticed with myself, by the way: Let's say it hurts to wriggle my toes for some reason (actually, it does, but that's because my friend Serge is an evil, evil man who likes to hurt hapless Austrians), what I will proceed to do is sit there obstinately and wriggle my toes. Probably in the vain hope of convincing them to stop hurting, although that presupposes that there is cognition going on. Point in case: I chewed gum yesterday for half an hour before going to bed. What the hell was I thinking? Was I even thinking? Probably not, because my jaw hurt twice as much this morning.

Consequently, tomorrow I will experience the joy that is swiss dentistry. Wish me luck.

Things to avoid in future

*) Trying to hit the upper arm of your opponent with a tao phong cuoc (frontal ascending kick)

It's like this: In Võ Vietnam, the idea is to attack the limbs of your opponent first, because it is more fun to hit somebody who can't hit back anymore because of broken arms/legs. Incidentally, I was dubious whether this would actually work until this weekend, where my friend Igor (yes, he is actually called Igor, but he hasn't got a hunchback or a proclivity for digging out brains. Yet.) from Vevey removed any doubt from my mind by getting his forearm broken during training by the exact same technique.

So the tao phong cuoc is (mostly) used to attack either the forearm or upper arm of your opponent. Attacking the upper arm however, may be a Bad Idea(tm), since this brings up the possibility of a malicious foe (thanks, Serge!) blocking your kick with his elbow. Hence the swelling exhibited on my normally dainty left foot.

Another thing just struck me, when I was typing in the tags: Is it a coincidence that martial is such a close acronym to marital? I think not.

Even more plasma

the generation whereof is not to be detailed. Pretty though, isn't it?

Again with the plasma

That is the discharge responsible for the deposit I showed you on Friday. I cannot give details, because it is all new and secret, but I can show you a few pictures without scale.

Working on this was really fun, because I got to make the electrode myself, just fooling around with aluminium, drills, hammers and whatnot. It is always a real pleasure making something yourself, sticking it into the reactor and actually having it do what you meant it to do. Happens rarely enough....

Out of the rabbit-hole

Long time no post, but regular posting will recommence Monday. I would like to blame work, but then my girlfriend would laugh at me. Yes, she is that cruel ;).

Anyway, here is my first deposit - just some carbon laid down in a dirty Acetylene discharge to prove a concept. The black blob in the middle of the interference-patterns is powder generated in the discharge - hence the "dirty"

From Vuiteboef to Ste. Croix

Sunday the student's union here at the EPFL organised a hike for the PhD-students. Personally, I think they were in collusion with the administration, and it was their way to tell us to, well, take a hike. But that's just me...














The hike was a big success - 49 people showed up. It was a pleasurable half-days walk, and while I was too slow to get the chamois, I did manage to snap a couple of pictures of a big heron we startled.














Unfortunately I do not have my tele-lens yet, so I had to crop the photos rather closely -but at least the silly bird is still recognizable.

Dagger and Fruit

Will you look at the cool dagger the best of all girlfriends brought me from India? It is made for killing horses I believe, although I kill my envelopes with it, most of the time.















See how big it is? On the photo on the left I put some bananas next to it. They were also slain with my new dagger, as were the horses of the wagon that dragged them up to my flat. And the teamster? Better not ask...














Well, okay, I admit it. I was using some weird kind of overpriced dwarf-bananas I bought. For some reason, the Swiss call it banane-pomme - I can't see what it has to do with apples. It tasted - well, like a banana. Perhaps a mite stronger than your normal, garden-variety banana, but not worth paying ten times as much - except if you want to lie about the size of your... dagger. Which is still good for slaying things with, you know. Only, it might take some time.

Lemon Cake

I tried another one of Mr. Olivers recipes this weekend.

It's one of those beat-butter-and-suger-until-creamy things, which were only made by masochists before the advent of the electric whisk. Actually, I think cakes like this are the real reason women were condemned to become housewives back in the day; it was all a confectioner-led conspiracy, you see. The electric whisk surely did more for emancipation than ... aeh ... all the rubber-suits in the world. Yes.

Anyway, I am accusing Mr. Oliver (or rather, his nan, for whom he invented it) of having an overly sweet tooth. About 315 g of sugar go into the making of this cake, and it was nearly to sweet for my girlfriend, I kid you not. In the lead of the recipe (yes, Mr. Olivers recipes have leads. Deal with it.) he mentions that one of his nan's friends liked it so much that he choked on his false teeth and had to be rescued by a Heimlich-maneuver. I rater suspect a diabetes-related seizure instead, but you never know.

If you want to try it yourself, mix equal amounts (115g) of butter, sugar, self-rising flour (beware of the flour-zombie crawling out of your waste-bin and strangling you at night) and ground almonds together with four eggs, 30g of poppy seeds and the juice and zest of two lemons. Try to take organic-ones, lest you grow funny-shaped appendages due to the anything-zides lemons generally come coted with.
Oh, and the right order is rather important, too: butter and sugar, eggs one after another, then the rest.
Bake at 180 Centigrade until ready, then drizzle with a sirup made from sugar (90g) and more lemon-juice, let cool down for a little bit and then glaze. Although you might want to cut down on the sugar a bit...

Update:

God damn it, I just read the wiki-page about Jamie Oliver I linked to above, and if you would like to meet the guy while he is still alive, hop into a plane to England as soon as possible, because he is not long for this mortal coil. Why? Because he named his children Poppey Honey and Daisy Boo. Gods, what was the man thinking? Talk about cruel and unusual punishment! Can you imagine what it must be like in school, nay, even in kindergarten to be called Daisy Boo?

If that is not a justification for fratricide...

Võ Vietnam

On Saturday, there was this big demonstration of my club. Thanks to the flu from hell, I couldn't participate since I missed out on training for it. At least that meant I could take pictures.

But.
It was dark, I didn't bring my tripod and I haven't yet bought a image stabilized tele lens, which would have been absolutely necessary.
Are you reading this, dear? Absolutely necessary, I say!

...

Well, well, well. I just wanted to add a link a review of the to the droolworthy Canon 70-200mm f/4 L IS on Ken Rockwells site (check it out if you are interested in photography tips and/or camera reviews, it's awesome), when I saw that there is a new lens out this october: The Canon EF-S 55-250mm IS (see photo on the left). The zoom range would work perfectly well with my 18-55 zoom, and it is image stabilized, and it's only about CHF 350, which is nice when compared to the CHF 1500 you will pay for the 70-200 f/4 IS.

But where is the drawback?

• It is a EF-S, so it only works on Canons small crop factor SLRs, like the 40D, 30D, 20D, 20Da (astronomical), Digital Rebel XTi, Digital Rebel XT and the original Canon Digital Rebel (which I happen to own). So if I ever upgrade to a 1.3 or even full-frame SLR, I would have to buy a new lens.
• You lose a stop at small angles
• There are no reviews out yet
• I am not too sure, but I don't think it uses USM focusing, meaning that you can't override autofocus manually, and it will be a bit slower.

I am going to get one anyway.

Ahh, where was I? Yes, bad image quality. I had to crank up the ISO, and use much too slow shutter speeds, hence graininess and overall blur.

The top picture is of Maître Cann, who has a school in Bin-Dinh (spelling?), and showed absolutely awesome Taos (or Katas, for the Japanese-minded of you) with the sword, the double-spear and weaponless. This guy can move! He is without doubt the best martial artist I have ever met.

His part was the best of what was an awesome 2 hours of martial arts, and I am looking forward to this evenings training!

Pretty Plum Pastry

Although I am not too sure if pastry is the technically correct term (it's a yeast-dough) - but I did it for the sake of alliteration, which excuses much.

I recently bought some plums which were not too tasty. They were quietly rotting away in some dark corner of my fridge, resigned to their eventual fate of being rejected as waste, when they unexpectedly saved the day:

I had, in a sudden fit of insanity, forgotten to buy a sufficient amount of chocolate for the weekend, an unforgivable faux-pas as the forlorn wailing of my girlfriend made obvious.
To safe the day (and my hide) there was nothing else to do than activate my mad cake-cooking-skillz:

• 500 g flour
• yeast
• 0.25 l milk
• bit of sugar
• salt
• plums
  

Let the dough rise to twice its volume, then spread (with my patented alcoholic rolling pin - the bottle 2006 Riesling above) and cover with plum-slices. Shove into the pre-heated oven at 220 centigrade until done.

Obviously I did something right, since Charlotte forgave me... eventually. Unfortunately I was too slow to photograph my oeuvre in all its glory - but at least I was able to snap a photo before it was all gone!

Diagrams and figures

I have been looking for a simple, lightweight program to draw figures and diagrams with. Apparently, those Apple-adherents swear by omniGraffle, but unfortunately that is Maclusive (sometimes I crack myself up, I really do).

Fortunately, a bout of ennui and the aimless web-surfing following it yielded a solution today: Inkscape

Very intuitive and fast, can export in encapsulated postscript, and has a wealth of hidden features that are, well, hidden. Hence the intuitiveness. My first oeuvre is to be admired on the right: The setup of the RF electrode in one of my experiments.


Also, I am following a course about Mathematica this term (hey, it's easy credits!). Mathematica is interesting, and I am playing with the idea of programming some simple evolutionary algorithms for my demonstration in december. But plotting data is a pain in the ass. This I found out when in the first ardour of learning a new software, when I wanted to plot my spectroscopic data. Bad idea. Formatting your plot takes all manners of weird commands that are cunningly hidden in the cryptic help system (I am using version 6.0, in which said system was overhauled and upgraded - go figure), and there doesn't seem to be a way to do the same over the GUI, if you want to just try out something quickly.

Consequently, I went back to Matlab for all my data manipulation needs. Here are some spectra. Pretty, are they not? Note the weird continuum of CF4, of which I have written before (see the corresponding plasma here). Only this time, it is pure CF4, not decomposition of Teflon.