10/11/2007

glowy byproduct

This is discarded junk from a successful reaction.  One of the postdocs was looking over my shoulder while I worked it up, and asked why it looked a little green--the product, after all, is red as a solid and orange in solution.  I grabbed the TLC lamp to check for fluorescence, and...BAM!  Aqua.  Cool!


8 comments:

Uncle Al said...

That could be the answer to America's energy independence, a cure for AIDS and cancer, or a new eye shadow!

Robocop, Dick Jones, "I had a guaranteed military sale with ED209! Renovation program! Spare parts for 25 years! Who cares if it worked or not!"

Ψ*Ψ said...

...Do I really strike you as the kind of person who's interested in eyeshadow?
...Didn't think so.

Uncle Al said...

You do know what biological response eyeshadow mimics, right? (We're not talking ptosis here!) Starting at the destination saves a world of hassle in-between.

AlphaMicron is doing wonderful things with viewing angle-dependent colors these says. Go for the glow.

Chemgeek said...

Ouch! The UV hurts my eyes!!

Ψ*Ψ said...

I don't do makeup, primarily because I'm not interested in attracting creepy old men.
(Besides which, if you can't read, I'm more interested in colorful things as semiconductors than cosmetics. You can read, can't you?)

Chemgeek: I bet it would hurt your eyes more if this stuff were UV-emissive! Ran across an OLED material like that in the literature somewhere, but it's been since lost in the stack of papers dealing with the kinky little heterocycle I'm working on now. :) Maybe you should wear sunglasses when looking at your monitor...

milkshake said...

There is nothing unnatural about attracting ripe sensuous men. As the experience teaches us, schoolgirls are like Riesling wine - they are best enjoyed young.
Also, serious men of experience do not appreciate being called an "old creep" only because they habitually stare at girls below their pelvic joint.

Ψ*Ψ said...

Milkshake: You're more "strange" than "creepy."

Ashutosh said...

John Von Neumann after having gotten married twice and contributed to every field of pure and applied math possible, still used to blatantly and constantly stare at women's legs in front of everyone, so much so that his secretaries taped wooden boards in front of their desks. Another secretary sometimes used to lean in front of him and Stanislaw Ulam, flash numbers from H-bomb calculations, and ask, "How do my figures look"?