May. 30th, 2012

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Thanks for all your poll sumbissions.

The responses seem to fall into two broad categories: moral philosophy and charcuterie. The consensus seems to be that neither benefit from close examination.

Managed to burn myself last week at the beer festival on the first proper-hot day of the year (so was unprepared).

Will probably early bird tomorrow, but not sure yet.

I can't seem to find anything about molten-salt heat storage in without the hot air, but I've always found that (excellent) book impossibly hard to search and badly indexed. The idea of molten salt is that a salt is melted and stored at around superheated steam turbine temperature (about gas mark 7) for later injection. Apparently it's widely used in the chemical industry and proven. As there's a proper state change in there, it sounds plausible to me that it could store a sensible amount of very convenient heat for managing fluctuations in renewables (it would put inertia into conventional thermal generation / CHCP sets to allow high (but mismatched) supply and demand slew from a renewable grid. Not sure about the energy density though.

Good to see Petroc Trelawny escaping from the clutches of the Zimbabwean police. I've often thought his name would fit an extra in a Benjamin Britten opera, and I've alwats been curious about the combination of impossibly Cornish name with impossibly RP accent. But his photo reveals him to be much younger than I thought which makes the latter, at least, much more remarkable. Where in this day and age does a man born in 1971 get an accent that makes Paul Eddington sound like Steve MacFadden?

We had a book at my old work called "Sir Stafford Cripps, Mission to Moscow", which tried very hard to sound exciting. It turns out he was a great (and flawed) man a committed socialist and russophile who was responsible for a significant early round of "economic austerity" which dug us out of our World War Two economic hole and despite massive macroeconomic problems kept the welfare state and post-war building programmes at a remarkable rate, leading to balanced books, economic recovery and a renaissance of the welfare state. On the other hand, the book's title, -- probably dreamt by a sub somewhere deep in the bowels of CUP, longing for glamorous trists in Trieste On Her Majesty's Service, -- doesn't quite fit and reads like too much egg even from six foot away.

"Petroc Trelawny in Zimbabwe" would be another book which would have me reaching for the blurb. I'm not sure it would be the 39 Steps but it could be tarted up: he could build a raft to float along the Zambizi, or something. He'd need artefacts, too, maybe some precious tapes of a dispersed Nyasaland tribe's final songs sung in their native tongue recorded by a famous anthropologist. Anyway, pleased the guy is out.

I was pleased to discover there is a region of the world called Ü, which must have the happiest name on the globe: take note Ire-land.


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