My beloved and sainted father (who is, as everyone knows, infinitely patient) is mere hours away from doing actual science. Don’t tell anyone – I’m sure they’ll think of (yet) something else to stop him.
After months of not having a lab at all, to cleaning out the nightmare (and doing laboratory archeology – Yea! Computer memory from the 1960’s!), to the never-ending construction (which makes a never-ending mess), to non-functional locks and uncooperative safety people, my beloved father and his students are now two-digit hours away from doing science.
That aside for a moment, I really had to think about the title of today’s post. Lots of bitches I know would have totally gone for “Hey, baby. Want to get some red hot furnace love?”
Yes, Daddy loves his furnace. He loves his new quartz sample holder even more. This picture was taken this very evening during characterization testing when the furnace reached a mere 600 degrees Centigrade (that’s almost 1300 degrees Fahrenheit). You can see the rails on which the sample travels and the half-round cross section of the sample holder itself. The bright lights going around the tube at the back are the heating elements.
During initial testing, this furnace went up to 1,200 degrees Centigrade (almost 2,200 degrees Fahrenheit). This ain’t no Easy Bake Oven, yo (in Yankee-speak)! It’s hot enough to scorch a snake’s ass in a wagon rut (as they apparently say “out West”). Since fused quartz doesn’t melt until it reaches ~2,000 degrees Centigrade, I think we’re safe (although when we hit 1,200 degrees, the temperature was still rising at a degree or two per second… we never did find the maximum).
Now that my beloved and sainted father has rebuilt it with new thermocouple wire, new housing, and modified insulation, we’re about ready to be cooking with GAS (in this case, nitrogen, and that’s not flammable; no oxygen in this furnace!). That means that he’s just one tiny (but critical) piece of equipment away from really doing something in there (something other than cleaning, setting up, fixing things that shouldn’t be broken, fighting with the safety people, ordering new equipment, organizing, cleaning again, fixing something ELSE THAT YOU WOULD NOT FREAKING BELIEVE IS BROKEN – AGAIN, the safety people said what?!?!, etc.). Perhaps something… scientific!
Hope springs eternal. Perhaps by early next week, some preliminary results will even find their way here… Until then, think upon this picture (same furnace, now at 720 degrees Centigrade):