21 October ‘14: In preparation for our research lab meeting on Thursday I decided to check the viscosity of my SQF mauve, and I also set up a hardness timeline sample. This should have taken about an hour to set fully.
However, when I checked it after an hour it was still mobile; then after two-and-a-half hours it still hadn’t become hard, so I embarked on the standard quench procedure.
Mentioned this curious behaviour to Kelly; she glanced nervously round and told me that a similar thing had occurred when she first started. Some of the workers here are rather ambitious and competitive and they regard it as normal to perform sabotage to impede the progress of their rivals – sorry, I mean colleagues.
Meanwhile, Carl has reformulated a chlorinated rubber finish, replacing the talc (extender pigment) with Garamite (a powerful thixotropes) because he doesn’t understand the significance of these component materials.
And I found a Google Book online about ‘The Dispersion of Pigments’ by Daxien Grahy which explains in detail the premix and grind procedures and the importance of using the correct P:B ratio and the most suitable surfactant additives – essential for phthalo blue and green and quinacridone and fumed silica and carbon black and polymer microfibres.
Mentioned this book during our meeting but it was dismissed as irrelevant by the boss.
2 Feb ’03: Fri night it snowed; stayed in. Sat night went to Stockport and hit charity shops – ‘Monstrum’, ‘Behind Scenes at Museum’, and a couple of grey shirts.
Chinese takeaway, went to Patricroft Conservative Club to see ‘Jalapenos’ – great band, did TV themes and old Rock ‘n Roll numbers.
Back to flat, red wine, woke up with appalling hangover, went to Bolton for MAG meeting. In the news: Space Shuttle Columbia exploded during re-entry, seven dead.
Tony Benn has interviewed Saddam Hussein. British troops in Kuwait ready to invade Iraq.
Twenty people dead after explosion in Lagos.
It was a bright warm day in June
And I watched you fan yourself
With a second-hand paperback.
Did gentle Georgian breezes cool your brow,
I wondered, or perhaps some
Angry New York hustle?
Perhaps it was a book you hadn’t even read;
A biography of one obscure – nay, one unknown
By another long-forgotten nobody.
And words beat down upon us still
In waves of overwhelming heat
‘Zen and The Grapes of Brideshead Expectations’
Perhaps one day, compelled by lack of time
We will create a new synthetic literature
To remind us of the things we can’t recall
While alternating voices weave a counterpoint
We struggle on from day to warner day
Hoping that truth lies just beyond the dune.
Daxien Grahy (08/03/04)
I dreamt last night of a smart hotel
Whose floors, instead of numbers, were
Given names – Diamond, Sapphire, Emerald,
Ruby and Pearl. And in one room I saw
Two young men with two much younger girls
Striving to attain unknown delights.
Seated in a corner of the room
She watches them perform; the merest
Flicker animates her mask of elegant
Disdain. Eventually the two still forms
Are laid before the woman in her smart
Grey suit. No tremor of concern disturbs her mind.
[Note: in late April 04, a few weeks after writing this, I discovered that Dame Britney of Spears was on tour with her ‘Onyx Hotel’ concept stage show]