Some groups like to do skits at our holiday parties. It's at times hard to imagine left-brained, introverted scientists standing in front of their colleagues acting silly... but there are a few that seem to be okay with it. Enough to have a few skits every year.
Our skit is titled "FPL Antiques Roadshow." It's modeled after Antiques Roadshow on PBS. In case you're not familiar with that show (you must have cable!), it's where people bring their unique antique collectibles, furniture, paintings, heirlooms, etc. to an auction house and appraisers tell them what the item is, give them an approximation of its age, and tell them its estimated worth. It's really fun to watch and makes me wish I lived in an old house on the east coast so I could have cool antiques in my attic.
Our laboratory is almost 100 years old and there's a lot of old stuff in the building. The wood furniture alone is probably worth tons of money. So we found a few old items and are using them in our skit.
Our skit, however, has a twist to it. Each item will be an "old fashioned" version of something high-tech that we use today.
First, an old-fashioned laptop (actually a potentiometer).

An old-fashioned flash drive (really a microphone).

This is an antique virus scanner for the laptop (actually a slide rule).

This is an old-fashioned DNA sequencing device (actually a magnifying camera lens).

And, last but not least... this piece of wood is said to be "either an old computer chip or a cow chip... we're not really sure."

The end.
I'm going to be the host of the program, and some people from around the lab will be the appraisers. We're going to ask volunteers from the audience to be the person presenting the item to the appraiser. I'm excited, because I love this kind of stuff.
In other news, I may have ruined my candied citrus peels. I simmered them overnight (stupid, I know, but I was sooo tired and didn't want to babysit them forever) and this morning they looked a little dark and some were stuck to the bottom of the pan. To make matters worse, I used a spoon to look at one and touched it with my finger. The syrup was still boiling hot and stuck to my finger, burning it in the process.

Today's Lunch:
Overly salty "rosemary" chicken breast (I did not taste any rosemary at all) with greasy rice, limp peas and carrots, and a roll with no butter at J.T. Whitney's in Madison. Ugh.





















