I have several RAndom RAmbling thoughts floating around my brain this week. And I do not promise any cohesion to them. I’m just writing them down for your consideration:
- Our university’s Spring semester is quickly winding down. You can always tell when you’re near the end of a term—the pigs aren’t flying, but putting the fiscal year to bed takes almost as much effort as would one hundred people frantically blowing underneath a pig to try to levitate it. Maybe we need to see if we can paint the pig’s belly with a magnetic paint and then turn on a superconducting magnet to repel it—thus levitating it? Of course with me being animal friendly, I would never suggest nor condone animal experimentation. However, I am less fastidious about fish—and they are lighter weight for levitating. Hmmm.
Anyway, our department happens to have a 1200 plus pound example of a powerful coiled magnet tucked under a table in one of the advanced instructional labs. It’s about one foot in diameter—yes, diameter—and about three feet long (kind of like the image below). The magnet is not currently used and it is too heavy to move—at all. And we can’t figure out how to transport it should we wish to try to decommission it. They must have gotten it into the building’s 3rd floor with a crane nearly forty years ago contemporary to when the elevator addition to the building was installed. The magnet is not going anywhere—which kind of feels like the state of higher education funding in our state the past year—no funding to universities yet and we’re working on borrowed tiome. Perhaps the state will pass a budget before the next fiscal years starts? The phrase, when pigs fly comes to mind again.
2. Have I mentioned before that I work in a university science department’s main office? I am the business manager and departmental advisor and alumni relations person—my B.S. and M.S. are actually in communication and English, not science. But working around scientists and our students all this time, I love their gee whiz attitude about science. What made me think of the superconducting magnet was that last week, an alumnus from 1989—yes, 27 years ago—stopped by our department office with his now college age daughter, and they were visiting our university to chat, specifically to me. I was very touched.
I’m in my 30th year in my department and I’m always delighted hear from and have visits by our former students. In my role for alumni relations in our department, I have interacted with our alums quite frequently even from the 1960’s—when I would have been in grade school (Ha!). However the oldest then living alum—at that time–that I had ever had contact with, graduated in the 1920’s. So it’s humbling to work with so many generations of our alumni.
And for our alums who are still living—several as far back as having graduated in the 1960’s– I kind of serve as a bridge, a connection for our alums to our current department faculty and staff and students, since none of these alumni former professors are still teaching. And of our alums from the 1980’s, only one professor has yet to retire, but he has a reduced schedule. So, sometimes I’m our alums key link to their undergraduate experience. That’s a daunting thought. And this particular alumnus had had a 1989 undergraduate research project on—you guessed it—super conducting magnets.
I remember that he and his research project partner—a then rare woman science undergraduate (since we have a lot of women students and faculty in our department now due to our 30 plus years of recruitment and retention initiatives)—had back then eagerly showed me their small half inch sized circular levitating magnets (think TUMS medicine size, but not chewable, ha!). It was really magical! Below is a video with a similar levitating demonstration. Who needs David Copperfield to make the Statue of Liberty vanish when you have the magic of science exploring daily phenomena in the world around us?
3. And, finally, as my own years advance—I’m in my mid fifties, which I admit freely (better than the alternative)—I find that I am trying to use technology as much as possible to stave off evidence of my aging. Better living through chemistry, as they say. No, not my department, by the way. Now that will have you guessing which science department do I work for? Ha! Anyway, advanced skin creams/lotions, hair dye, and my now vegetarian diet status are all attempts to diminish or delay aging.
And it’s not too little too late, because I stayed out of the sun—or used heavy sunscreen—since I was fair skinned. And I have used facial creams since starting by sleeping with Noxema slathered on my face during my junior high and high school years—thirty to forty years ago. I have graduated to the Oil of Olay age defying eye gel—love that stuff! So my skin is still quite supple and not riddled with age spots. Though I seem to have an age bump—a bb gun pellet sized nodule underneath the skin near my right elbow that I worry at—rubbing it every now and again. It has only recently surfaced—and my doctor says that bumps of this nature are a sign of aging. And it would be nice if the doctors would remove this bump.
However, my skin isn’t perfect. I have bright red cheeks from a butterfly pattern of rosacea that is common amongst those with the Sjogren’s autoimmune disease/syndrome. But makeup covers that redness up nicely. And then, of course, I put on a pale blush over it to put the color back in my cheeks. Ha! And with my having Sjogren’s, I’m dry all over. So skin lotions and creams, throat gel moisteners, etc., come in handy. Maybe I’ll check with a dermatologist about that bump, though.
Of course, my dyed hair is a gradually developing work of follicular fabrications—dying the few gray hairs, I have is what I mean. For the longest time, I embraced my reddish auburn haired roots—literally, with styles that gave my hair a burnished glow (right, during my swimming pool chemicals period three years ago). But last week, I opted to have my stylist try to dye my hair darker, for a more brunette hair coloring. She did and I loved it! My hair and my eye brows matched again! Ha!
But then I noticed a funny thing this past Monday—one week out from my brunette hair dye job. My auburn highlights started peeking through—and even a single gray hair surfaced. You see, I wash my hair every morning in the shower. I like that freshly washed hair sheen to my hair every day. But I think that also means that I’m washing away the brunette dye. Dang! Oh my hair still looks nice, I just wanted it to be less red. Oh well.
And maybe my newish (since March 2nd) vegetarian diet (with less protein) is having an affect on how my body assimilates hair dye or other body enhancing chemicals—such as makeup? I need to work harder to consume more protein since I’m not getting it from meat sources. So it’s back to more apples and peanut butter for an afternoon snack. Snap!
And these meandering rambling thoughts of mine bring me back to what started me thinking in the first place—and why you’ve possibly waded your way all the way down my post. The new picture of the exquisitely talented British actor Richard Armitage with his definitely reddish brown hair—dare I label it auburn?–taken with his “Berlin Station” tv show stylist Maske (below; thanks to Teresa A for pointing me to it!). Yup, Richard and I could be hair color twins almost. Though I’m sure that the lighting above his head has something to do with it. Ha! And I seriously think that almost 45 year old Richard shown below in 2016 while during production of his EPIX produced tv show “Berlin Station” as had some great facials or skin creams/lotions, because he looks great! He is smiling, relaxed, stubbled (always more youthful than having a beard), and handsome (as always), etc. Sighhhh!
And below left is Richard Armitage again at that earlier Berlin, Germany Medienboard film industry event:
Also very nice! Sighhhh! Richard Armitage (above left) doesn’t look a day over … 38. And, for comparison, above right is a picture of Richard Armitage at the age of 38 in 2009. Not bad. Of course, his boyishly/bashfully faint smile (in the left image) adds to his overall youthfulness and charm, IMHO. Whereas the 2009 portrait on the right seems to have the teeniest bit of a smirk hovering around his lips, trying to burst forth—making him smoulder quite magnificently!
So if Richard Armitage has found the fountain of youth, maybe he can share it with the rest of us? Pretty please? And if he likes, I could see if anyone in our department wants to try that levitating trick for him as his prize/reward. Or, are there 100,000 plus Richard Armitage fangirls willing to exhale forcefully upward–from underneath him–in repeated puffs to try to levitate Richard? Well, his 6 foot 3 inch height would require more effort—in terms of lung power–to levitate. And doing so with Richard would definitely be more fun than with trying to float/levitate a pig. *wink*
Nota Bene: Oh no! I forget to label my post with a *facetious alert* notice at the beginning. Oh well. At least you might be impressed with my ability to paraphrase blowing anywhere near Richard’s direction. *face palms*