#Louis Brus

[nicolae]

Premiul Nobel în Chimie, 2023: Moungi Bawendi, Louis Brus și Alexei Ekimov, pentru descoperirea și sinteza punctelor cuantice

Premiul Nobel pentru Chimie 2023 a fost acordat lui Moungi Bawendi (Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Cambridge, MA, USA), Louis Brus (Columbia University, New York, NY, USA) și Alexei Ekimov (Nanocrystals Technology Inc., New York, NY, USA) „pentru descoperirea și sinteza punctelor cuantice”. Independent unul de celălalt, Ekimov și Brus au reușit să creeze puncte cuantice, iar Bawendi…

[mindblowingscience]

The 2023 Nobel Prize in Chemistry has been awarded to three researchers “for the discovery and synthesis of quantum dots.” Moungi Bawendi of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Louis Brus of Columbia University, and Alexei Ekimov, formerly chief scientist at Nanocrystals Technology, will each receive one-third of the prize money—11 million Swedish kronor (about $1 million). Quantum dots are semiconductor crystals in the nanometer size range—so small that about 500,000 nm fit across the period at the end of this sentence. Because of the effects of quantum mechanics, these particles exhibit a number of physical properties that uniquely depend on the size of the crystal. For example, how these particles absorb and emit light varies widely between particles that differ just slightly in size. Researchers, including this year’s chemistry laureates, have exploited those size-dependent traits to make quantum dots that glow in every color in the rainbow.

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[gunraekae]

love transcending time - aka the ikemen vampire prologue unnecessarily narrated

>ikemen vampire

>everyone x reader

>a/n: as i've promised, here's the lil project I was working on, where I wanted to write the ikemen vampire story, with as much convergence between the routes as possible. this is the first chapter for now (since I'm not sure how much text tumblr allows rip). thank u again for reading, have a wonderful day darling!

Chapter I: The Mysterious Gentleman

I thought amethysts would match the luxury of the Louvre, but as every destination I’ve visited in Paris so far has shown me, I am once again below their standards. One thing that can validate my presence in this opulent establishment is my equal fascination with the historical wonders in its deluxe walls. Leonardo Da Vinci’s “Mona Lisa” in one room and Jacques-Louis David’s “Coronation of Napoleon” in another, there was an abundance of legendary pieces and an unfortunate lack of time to fully appreciate each one. The museum itself was a work of art, the Parisian sunlight dappling the rooms in a way that only flattered the inside art. Ever since my aunt had treated me to this trip, the Musée de Louvre was the location I was most eager for, hence the destination being saved for last. In my excitement, I left my aunt back at our hotel to secure myself as much time as possible to explore its vast curation. My travelling blog was one step away from its virtual death without its recent updates, but the Paris trip had revived it like no other, and if I was to be writing its last issue for a while, it had to be on the Louvre. “Two Hours at the Louvre: what you have to see.” The little mascot that my friend had created for it, Mousette, dangled around my purse strap, and with a playful gleam in its beady eyes, it seemed to beckon me to a specific painting. A gangle of curious tourists crowded around almost every painting rendering otherwise pleasant dispositions into polite shoving. Still, the Coronation, an expansive painting that spanned across a whole wall, was particularly compelling. If I stepped closer it’s almost as if I can be in it. However, a particularly stubborn group persisted in staking their territory around it, and I would have faced my second embarrassment for the day if not for a last-minute saviour. Elegant long fingers held my arms upright in a comfortingly secure grip, and just in case gravity would have been more unkind, he stood near enough where I could descend into even stronger arms. 

“Pardonne-moi mademoiselle, vous allez bien?” A rich French accent wrapped in dulcet tones broke me out of my stupor. In hopes that warmth had not shown my embarrassment, I answered assuredly and quickly brushed myself off (I’d worn my most exquisite outfit after the last couple of days of falling short). I chanced a peek at the kind stranger and my previous efforts of saving composure were as ungraceful as my fall was. A vision of a gentleman seemingly carved from gold with eyes that held endless tragedy and romance stared worriedly back. If all the time in history was dedicated to creating perfection he would be immortalized in the man in front of me. Aside from his Adonis-like features, he looked out of place, as if he very clearly did not belong in this time. A vicuna suit in the rich colours of gold and brown framed his figure perfectly, but the very style of it was the sort that a vampire in a gothic romance might have worn. “Ah, mais vos boucles d'oreilles.” he knelt to retrieve my fallen earrings and in the same graceful motion, cradled them in his palm. “Améthyste… charmante,” he mused. A small grateful smile came to me and still entranced by his aura, I allowed him to step closer. Bergamot and cedarwood enveloped me. “Puis-Je?” Once allowed, he swept back the hair from my shoulder with delicate fingers. His breath fanned the juncture between my neck and my shoulder, his Aurelian gaze trained on my face. When our eyes met, a delightfully dizzying sensation brushed over me, as if a finger silenced each of my senses. I know we are in Paris but this is too amorous an act to be coming from a stranger. “That’s a lovely fragrance,” he commented. 

“Thank you, I got that perfume here in Paris,” I gulped, my breath unsteady. 

“Oh… but I wasn’t referring to your perfume.” 

His accent, which I surmised was dominantly French, had more depth to it; like it was a melangé of a hundred different accents. After securing the amethyst earrings, he tucked my hair behind my ears and with an almost reluctant exhale, he stepped back. Whatever spell I was under broke. “Exquisite,” he whispered under his breath. A gasp that sounded more like a croak received his praise, which at least earned me a chuckle from the mysterious gentleman. 

“My rogue earring is certain to behave itself now. Merci.” 

“Not at all. It was thanks to the earring that I was granted the good fortune to meet you.” I escaped his dizzying charm by glancing back at the painting that caused this scene. “Did you know that it’s the second-largest painting in the Louvre?” Perhaps in addition to my article, I can write tips on how to stumble upon handsome gentlemen. Just trip clumsily in front of them and you too can win a conversation!  His old-world sort of manner was enchanting, and it urged me to hear more of his voice. “This painting marked the turn of the modern empire and it was highly regarded as this masterful piece of propaganda,” the way he spoke of the painting was almost intimate as if it was a nostalgic memory he could muse about rather than a fragment of history. 

“You seem to be well acquainted with this painting monsieur,” I replied. His eyes crinkled at the edges, and a deep chuckle rose from him again.

“More than you could ever know,” he cryptically joked. Despite the strangeness of it, I found myself politely laughing along with him. The gentleman gave a parting glance at the image, granted me a longer one, and with a resigned smile, bid me farewell, “Bon voyage, Mademoiselle.” His beige overcoat majestically flowed after him as he headed down a hallway, presumably to view the Mona Lisa next. When he left my sight, all good reason returned and I hastily checked the time. It’s been an hour and a half already?  If I was to meet up with my aunt in another half-hour for brunch at the hotel, I needed to at least see the Mona Lisa as well. Believing that the cryptic gentleman knew the quickest way there, (and perhaps wanting to see him again) I naturally followed where he went. 

A dark oak door with intricate carvings was at the end of the corridor, presumably where the gentleman would have entered. And though it was unlikely that a closed door would mean that another exhibit would be beyond it, or that a visitor should even come upon it, a nagging instinct in me compelled me to step towards it nonetheless. I peeked in between the cracks of the door and it was only broken clocks, dusty vases, and concealed paintings that furnished the hallway beyond it. A whiff of time forgotten. Perhaps this was a hidden treasure that the Louvre set aside for visitors with more arcane tastes. My hand on the door handles, I opened it, and unlike what its wood suggested, it gave way almost too easily. The hallway itself was smaller than I’d observed, barely wide enough to fit two people inside. Unlike the rest of the Musée, none of the artefacts had labels or descriptions, likely being a storage area. And yet, the nagging feeling told me to explore further before I should turn around. I’m already in too deep to back out now. A sense of unease did settle upon me when I realized that the deeper into this hallway I ventured into, the narrower and darker it became. Soon, the comforting drawls of the tourists from behind were much more desirable than the dank atmosphere of this tunnel. The reward for this reckless curiosity was a light at the end of this tunnel, and I ran towards it only to escape the constricting air of this place. I ran, but even without that, a force was already pulling me towards the light. Much too late, I fought against the confines of this invisible force, but it seemed that even gravity was against me in this battle. With every struggle, the light seemed to grow wider until it flared angrily and enveloped me. I shut my eyes as tightly as I could but the brightness overrode all my senses and imprinted itself into my mind. I let out a final desperate gasp before my consciousness gave out. 

A more merciful light invaded my senses next, this time coming from old-fashioned chandeliers hanging from a white ceiling. A hallway with mahogany wood and a red carpet spread out in front of me, dark oak doors with the same intricate carvings as before spanned the right wall, and tall four-rowed windows sported the opposite wall. I brushed aside the mahogany curtain beside me and looked at what I was leaning on. The same dark oak door I had entered was behind me, so naturally, this had to be another hallway in the Louvre, right? The style was completely different as if this exhibit was in an entirely different time than the rest of the Musée, and frankly, looked more like a private mansion than a museum exhibit. I whipped over towards the window as a sudden sense of alarm hit me. It’s night… A splatter of gleaming stars spread across the canvas of the raven sky, the crescent moon seemingly mocking me with its smile. 

“It can’t be,” I muttered in disbelief. I may have been distracted by the gentleman, but there was absolutely no way that a whole day had passed. The last pitiful source of rationality left inside nagged at me to find a way out, but a gnawing fear prevented my body from moving. 

“... What are you doing there?” 

“Who’s there?” I yelled in a panic. I whirled around, only to be met by a tall, imposing man with dark hair and silver tips. He sounded clearly French but carried a deeper accent, almost Italian. His features were remarkably alluring but darkly prominent, the sort where you notice its charms in a more intimate distance. Despite his intimidating aura, there wasn’t anything too frightening about him. But the way he’s dressed is certainly… interesting. Maybe it’s some sort of costume for a play the museum is holding? The man wore a dark soldier’s suit but dressed down with an unbuttoned front, an untucked button-up shirt, and a ruffled collar. Sheepishly, I decided to ask for his help, “Pardon. I’m trying to get back to the musée, can you help me open this door?” 

“What’s that? ‘Get back?’ You’re not telling me you came from that door?” Though baffled, his voice softened its initial cautious edge. 

“I’m sorry, I know I may be trespassing but I got lost and saw light through this door,” I apologized, grasping at the last bouts of my sanity through this conversation. The mystery of the time aside, if I can get back that’s all that matters. Despite the confusion of the situation, a softer expression melted the man’s face. I was grateful he didn’t seem to doubt my story but felt uneasy at how he looked at me curiously—as if he couldn’t believe his eyes that I was there. 

“Just what are you?” he murmured in fascination. From down the hall, I could hear the clicking of Oxford shoes and heavy leather boots. Could that be the gentleman? 

“Excuse m–” The dark-haired man clapped a hand over my mouth and wrapped me in his large arms. He tugged the two of us behind a curtain, with his back shielding me from view. What the hell is he doing? 

“That blasted Count is certainly taking his time this visit.”

“You’re too harsh on him, my friend. Perhaps he was distracted by a little bird.”

“I suppose under that pretentious façade he’s still a man.”

Two deep voices with thick European accents gradually came closer from the end of the hallway. Rational me knew that asking for their assistance would benefit me, but the fear inside yelled that it would be the worst idea possible. Their conversation continued unintelligibly as panic continued to surge through me. 

“... to my Broer,” the huskier voice huffed. This one had a distant Dutch accent, but his English was so localized it was almost difficult to discern. His footsteps quickly faded away and presumably left the other man. This one instead had a silkier character and a silver-tongued English accent.

“You call me a dog, but between the two of us, you’re the dog and your brother’s clearly the master.” The voice was scarily close, and by instinct, I stuck myself closer to him for safety. The thud of Oxford leather footsteps was in front of me now, and I held my breath in a pathetic attempt to hide myself. “I do believe I hear a little bird fluttering her wings where she should not be,” the man whistled wolfishly, “and this bird is quite adorable thinking that she could hide from me.” I trembled in his arms. But he held me gently. His jade eyes met mine. They were powerful. Earnest. The fear in me slowly subsided in his presence. I don’t know what’s going on, but I want to trust him. I nodded to show that I would be quiet, and he uncovered my mouth. When the sound of his footsteps faded away, we stepped out from the curtain. He took my hand in his firm grip and quickly led me away. 

“You need to escape before the others find you. It’s already bad that he knows you’re here, so we need to move quickly.” Escape? What kind of place is this that I need to escape from?  “Don’t let go,” he reassured me as he squeezed my hand. As I watched his wide shoulders in front of me, the fear soon washed away. The rational side of my brain knew that I shouldn’t trust a man I just met, but so far, he’d done nothing but help me. And in this mysterious place, there didn’t seem like many choices anyway. 

“By Jove, this is what you were hiding, Leon?” Azure eyes with a wolfish twinkle were the first things I noticed. This man was devilishly handsome, with a proud grin and a mole above his chin. His well-tailored navy suit had an unbuttoned collar, giving the otherwise sharp getup a more wolfish feel. He raked his eyes down my body and swiped his tongue across his lips. His gaze grew darker as my breath staggered. “You’re a lovely one,” he breathlessly sighed. I shivered in disgust. His eyes crinkled in amusement, not at all intimidated by my display of courage. 

“Did the Count bring you back as a little treat for us?” he mused, slowly inching his face towards my neck. “Truly exquisite…” 

My saviour clicked his tongue. We’re caught. 

“From what I can deduce, you’re trying to help her escape,” he said, “Now why would you go and do that, Leon? I rather fancy her type, you know. She looks absolutely scrumptious.” He leaned forward and tried to get close, but “Leon” blocked me from his fascinated gaze. He blocked off our possible exit in the smoothest of fashions. 

He caught my wary gaze. “Ah, maybe you fancy me too, judging by the way you’re looking me over.” He may look completely like a gentleman, but he’s a rotten flirt! 

“It just had to be you,” “Leon” sighed in stark irritation. 

“Why do you want to help her escape? Let’s invite her to the banquet. She deserves a warm welcome, don’t you think?” he interjected. 

“That’s not up to me or you.”

“Don’t be so stodgy, old boy! I can’t think of anyone who’d complain about having a lovely girl at that drab table. It would really bring some colour to this mansion.” Mansion? There’s no mansion connected to the Louvre. What is he talking about? 

“Messieurs.” A cool-toned voice interrupted. A man with a neutral expression entered the hallway. He was dressed in a grey butler’s garb, his posture immaculate and his steps measured. “It is time for supper. Everyone’s gathering in the dining room now if you please.” I peeked out from above “Leon’s” shoulder, and his steely grey eyes locked onto mine. “You too, Mademoiselle.” 

Finding my voice, I croaked out, “There’s no need. I’m not planning on staying for supper. I was, uh, actually just trying to get back.” 

“But the lord of the manor is eagerly awaiting your presence.” “The lord of the manor?” Is this really someone’s place? 

“How does he know I’m here?”

“He can answer your questions at supper.” I’m really not getting any answers until then. 

“Or will you refuse his gracious invitation after breaking into his house?” 

“I…” I wanted to defend myself, but knew that there was really no excuse. It was my own curiosity that I couldn’t quell, and ultimately, my fault that I ended up here. 

“Allow me to escort you.” 

The butler led me down winding velvet-carpeted hallways. Memorizing the direction proved quite difficult with its identical doors, windows, and mahogany walls. A complicated mess of shame and lingering fear settled in my stomach, but voicing any concern seemed like it would end badly for me. Staying polite and pleasing to the master of the house may prevent an incoming lawsuit for trespassing, and I’d be a fool to go against his wishes. I studied my guide; his crisp suit and spotless white gloves gave him a sophisticated air, one almost too graceful for a mere butler. His earlier statements proved he was a “no-nonsense” and stern man, and I could tell the master sent him to ensure I would comply. As our makeshift party continued down the mansion’s halls, a piano's delicate, tinkling keys softly touched the air. The elegant melody grew louder as we neared a set of double doors. 

“Sounds like Wolfie’s in a sprightly mood,” Arthur hummed. He leaned down towards me and whispered conspiratorially, “Very uncharacteristic of him, I’ll say.” The butler closed his eyes for a split second as if he was bracing for something terrible. 

Then, he cautiously rapped three times on the door, “Pardon me. I know that you are there. Please come join us in the dining room.” The ethereal song cut short, and its pianist revealed himself. 

“Go away.” The pianist carried a faint Austrian accent in a gruff voice, perturbed at the interruption. He was a beautiful man. His hair was the colour of starlight and softly fanned across his deep-sunken, lavender eyes. His delicate, doll-like face and graceful figure were the manifestation of his dreamy music. Unlike the other three, his suit seemed like it was from the Classical period, with a ruched tie and a feather in his breast pocket. Despite the elegant aura he exuded, he conversed with the butler in such a rudely familiar way. 

“It is time for the banquet.”

“Why was everyone so loud?” His eyes narrowed as they zeroed in on me. “It’s her fault, isn’t it?” My fault? I just want to leave! 

“It’s not like I planned to be here,” I muttered. 

“Who cares? Why don’t you just go back then?” He sighed haughtily. “Unless you enjoy the idea of being everyone’s food,” he quietly said, slipping past me. …Food? He bent slightly away as if repulsed by the thought of making contact with me. “... As if the banquet wasn’t bad enough,” he murmured under his breath, loud enough so I could hear. His cold voice, a stark contrast to his music, hung beside the beautiful melodies in the air. 

We descended a grand staircase, a marvel with its winding gold handrails, marble floors, and lush carpet spread on it. At the end of the steps was the gentleman in the museum, almost glowing with how perfectly he fit in this mansion. 

“It’s poor manners to keep those who’ve arrived on time waiting.”

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[materialsscienceandengineering]

Q&A: Expert discusses past and future of Nobel-winning quantum dots technology

The world woke up on Oct. 3 to learn that Moungi Bawendi of MIT, Louis Brus of Columbia University, and Alexei Ekimov of Nanocrystals Inc. received the Nobel Prize in Chemistry for their discovery and synthesis of semiconductor quantum dots. Quantum dots are not just any nanoparticles. Often described as artificial atoms, these nanometer-sized semiconductor crystals possess unique attributes largely governed by their size, which chiefly dictates how they interact with light. To delve deeper, Penn Today met with Penn Integrates Knowledge Professor Christopher B. Murray. A former advisee of Bawendi, Murray had worked closely with him during his doctoral studies at MIT, authoring a seminal paper on quantum dots. With decades of experience, Murray offers an insightful look into the world of quantum dots and their far-reaching applications.

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[28whitepeonies]

Hi Bea, hope it's okay to ask this, why do some people don't like Louis drinking too much? I mean he isn't that much of an alcoholic, is it because of the recent Jojo interview? I'm just really curious why people are angry at Louis on his vices, hope you dont see me as a rude anon, I'm just very curious and you have great commentary so 🥺💐 pleaseee.

Hi friend

This is a big question that I am going to try to summarise my thoughts on.

I think the first thing is that in part this is much broader than just Louis but how a lot of people within fandom see the world, the role Louis (& Harry/Zayn/Liam - I see it less with Niall, though it may just be I don't see it) plays in their life and their desire to exert control over behaviour. That doesn't just apply to alcohol, you see it with smoking, weed, drug use, their relationships, family and friendships.

Louis has spoken about drinking in a range of situations and he has talked that about that as something he enjoys socially, and that sometimes he has a drink before/during a show because the ritual of it calms his nerves. I think Louis (and the others) have had plenty of experience with alcohol and drug use, and they've probably all used alcohol and drugs at times when that maybe hasn't been helpful for them. But all of that, every single decision they make, every single drink they have or line they snort or joint they smoke is not for fans to pass judgement on.

The other thing fans need to understand is how accessible drugs and alcohol are. In the UK as an average person, weed, coke and ket in particular are as accessible as vodka red bull. They're a pretty big part of pub/club/festival culture and tbh life. I think you would struggle harder to find someone in the UK who hasn't tried, or had a period where they used one of those with some regularity, than someone who hasn't. Now if seventeen year old me, working part time in Tesco in 2011 could access those like I could find an irn bru in Glasgow, then you have to amplify that by one thousand for nineteen year old Louis in this massive boyband and in the music industry. that is as true today as it was then. Alcohol and drug use is such a part of touring and music industry that you cannot de-link those, it is an incredibly stressful industry. On top of that, alcohol and drug use is more likely to turn into addiction where they are already dealing with trauma or mental health or any other vulnerabilities.

What I also want to be clear about is that I don't think we have enough to know if he has personally experienced addiction (though Louis has undoubtedly had experience of addiction with those around him both personally and professionally). I've not seen enough to suggest either way and I think it is daft to think we know enough to make that call, or that we should.

My biggest issue is, and will always be, that the approach fandom takes to alcohol and drug use, helps no-one. All it does is pass judgement which adds to existing stigma and shame, this idea that drinking or drug use is some horrible harmful choice leads to people feeling isolated, and that isolation deprives people of access to resources - how do fans think that this approach would support anyone? As usual though, my biggest concern is the other people who absorb this from fans and then internalise it and/or send it back out into the world.

So why do I think fans react this way? I think fans are projecting, I think fans would like to be able to control Louis' life and when they disagree with the way in which Louis is navigating his own life they use this 'concern' over his health or choices in a manner that is manipulative and shaming.

[mit]

Congratulations to Moungi Bawendi, the Lester Wolfe Professor of Chemistry at MIT — newly minted Nobel laureate in chemistry! 🥇

MIT chemist Moungi Bawendi shares Nobel Prize in Chemistry

For his work on techniques to generate quantum dots of uniform size and color, Bawendi is honored along with Louis Brus and Alexei Ekimov.

Anne Trafton | MIT News

Moungi Bawendi, the Lester Wolfe Professor of Chemistry at MIT, has won the Nobel Prize in Chemistry for 2023. He will share the prize with Louis Brus of Columbia University and Alexei Ekimov of Nanocrystals Technology.

Bawendi is a pioneer in the development of quantum dots: tiny particles of matter that emit exceptionally pure light. These particles, a special type of semiconducting nanocrystals, have been incorporated into  technologies such as biomedical imaging and computer and television displays.

In its announcement this morning, the Nobel Foundation, cited Bawendi for work that “revolutionized the chemical production of quantum dots, resulting in almost perfect particles.”

Quantum dots consist of tiny particles of semiconductor material that are so small that their properties differ from those of the bulk material; they are governed in part by the laws of quantum mechanics that describe how atoms and subatomic particles behave. When illuminated with ultraviolet light, the dots fluoresce brightly in a range of colors determined by the sizes of the particles.

In 1993, Bawendi and his students were the first to report a method for synthesizing quantum dots while maintaining precise control over their size. Since then, he has also devised ways to control the efficiency of the dots’ light emission and to eliminate their tendency to blink on and off, making them more practical for applications in many fields.

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[solrosan]

The Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences has decided to award the Nobel Prize in Chemistry 2023 jointly to

Moungi G. Bawendi, Louis E. Brus, and Alexei I. Ekimov

“for the discovery and synthesis of quantum dots”

Link to the press release in English

[jnh622]

2023年诺贝尔化学奖揭晓，美国三位科学家获奖

2023年诺贝尔化学奖获得者：

北京时间10月4日17时45分许，在瑞典首都斯德哥尔摩，瑞典皇家科学院宣布，将2023年诺贝尔化学奖授予美国麻省理工学院教授蒙吉·G·巴文迪(Moungi G. Bawendi)、美国哥伦比亚大学教授路易斯·E·布鲁斯(Louis E. Brus)和美国纳米晶体科技公司科学家阿列克谢·伊基莫夫(Alexey I. Ekimov)，以表彰他们在量子点的发现和发展方面的贡献。

2023年每项诺贝尔奖的奖金由去年的1000万瑞典克朗，增加到1100万瑞典克朗，约合人民币725万元。

化学奖是瑞典化学家、硝化甘油炸药发明人阿尔弗雷德·伯恩哈德·诺贝尔（Alfred Bernhard Nobel）在遗嘱中提到的设立奖项的研究领域之一。

“上述利息应分为五等份，分配如下：/- - -/一份给做出最重要的化学发现或改进的人……”1895年11月27日，诺贝尔在巴黎签署了他的第三份，也是最后一份遗嘱，将他留下了大部分财富用���设立一系列奖项，即诺贝尔奖。

1901年首次颁发的诺贝尔奖奖章。图：Alexander Mahmoud

据诺贝尔奖官网（www.nobelprize.org）公布的数据，1901年至2022年间，共有189 人获得诺贝尔化学奖。

迄今为止最年长的诺贝尔化学奖获得者是美国物理学家约翰·B·古迪纳夫（John B. Goodenough）。他在 2019 年获得化学奖时已经97岁了。他也是诺贝尔奖所有奖项类别中最年长的获奖者。

迄今为止，最年轻的诺贝尔化学奖获得者是法国物理学家弗雷德里克·约里奥（ Frédéric Joliot）。与妻子艾琳·约里奥-居里（Irène Joliot-Curie）一同在1935年获得诺贝尔化学奖时，他年仅35岁。

英国生物化学家弗雷德里克·桑格（Frederick Sanger）和美国化学家巴里·夏普莱斯（K. Barry Sharpless）都曾两次获得诺贝尔化学奖。

[nordleuchten]

24 Days of La Fayette: December 4th – Louis-Pierre, Marquis de Vienne

Louis-Pierre, Marquis de Vienne was a French nobleman, born in 1746 and the son of Louis-Henri, Comte de Vienne. He had served twenty-two years with distinction as a Captain of Cavalry and later a Major in the French army before he retired.

There is a letter from the Chevalier de Brus to Benjamin Franklin from May 6, 1777. I have not read the letter in full, but FoundersOnline has a very detailed summary. Parts of it read:

The next day Louis-Ursule, marquis de Vienne, announces from Doullens in Picardy that he is a retired cavalry captain with twenty-two years in the army, and that inaction bores him. He wants to join Lafayette, to whom he will have the best references, and needs free passage for himself and his servant, expenses from their departure until they join the American army, and letters of recommendation to Congress; he must have an immediate reply. None is forthcoming. He writes again on September 1 to repeat his request; this time he specifies a French ship and gives the Paris address of his father, who will vouch for him.

“To Benjamin Franklin from the Chevalier de Brus, 6 May 1777,” Founders Online, National Archives, [Original source: The Papers of Benjamin Franklin, vol. 24, May 1 through September 30, 1777, ed. William B. Willcox. New Haven and London: Yale University Press, 1984, pp. 25–37.] (08/01/2022)

By May of 1778, de Vienne had made it to America and by June of the same year he had joined the Army at the Camp at Valley Forge equipped with letters of introductions for La Fayette. He stayed there until July 6, 1778 when he went to Philadelphia to plead his case before the Continental Congress. He left Valley Forge with two letters of introduction, one from La Fayette and one from John Laurens.

Congress passed a resolution on de Vienne’s behalf on July 15, 1778:

The Marquis de Vienne, a major in the service of the King of France, having served with reputation as a volunteer in the American army during the present campaign, and having requested Congress to honor him with the brevet commission of a colonel, without any pay annexed to the said rank:

Resolved, That the request of the Marquis de Vienne be complied with, and that a brevet commission of colonel in the service of the United States be conferred on him

Timothy Pickering wrote to George Washington on July 17, 1778 from his position as a member of the Bord of War:

Congress having been pleased to grant to the Marquis de Vienne (a major in the armies of his most Christian Majesty) the brevet commission of Colonel—we do ourselves the honour to signify it to your Excellency; and to intimate the wishes of the Marquis to be employed in some service of utility to the states, and in which he may have an opportunity to manifest his military talents & zeal for the cause in which he is engaged. We have the honour to be your Excellency’s most obedient servants. By order of the Board

Tim. Pickering.

“To George Washington from the Board of War, 17 July 1778,” Founders Online, National Archives, [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War Series, vol. 16, 1 July–14 September 1778, ed. David R. Hoth. Charlottesville: University of Virginia Press, 2006, pp. 87–88.] (08/01/2022)

Washington furthermore received a letter from Henry Laurens on the matter from July 30:

the 15th Inst. I signed by order a Brevet to the Marquis de Vienne Certifying his Rank, Colonel in the Army.

“To George Washington from Henry Laurens, 30 July 1778,” Founders Online, National Archives, [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War Series, vol. 16, 1 July–14 September 1778, ed. David R. Hoth. Charlottesville: University of Virginia Press, 2006, pp. 199–200.] (08/01/2022)

De Vienne worked as an aide-de-camp for La Fayette during his time with the army. He accompanied the Marquis on his travels through America and is often described as delivering messages. On September 15, 1778 he wrote the following letter to George Washington:

your Excellency

having Reciev’d news from France, which oblige Me to go home as soon as possible for domestick Concerns, and unwilling [to] Leave off the american Service, I entreat your Excellency to be pleased to give me a furlough for Eighteen Months; I pray you to send me a Writing Certifying that I serv’d in your armie as volonteer Since the first june till the fifteenth of july Next, that I Was at minmouth’s Battle, that having been Sent to take a View of the Ennemi’s Camp I took Some prisonners, that the Congress gave me the Rang of Colonel the fifteenth of july, that I Landed in Rhode Island With the american troops, and that My Conduct and Behaviour have been Belonging to an officer and gentleman, I Believe it is the General Suffrage: but the Certificate I Require of your Excellency, is too precious and flattering for me that I not Entreat you to grant it to me.

I Require of your Excellency to be pleased to write quick an answer to me, the Vessel I propose to go in being Ready to Sail and Waiting only for my parting your permission and Certificate.

I pray you to give the all to Mr de chouans Who Will have the honour to Deliver you this. it is With the Sentiments of the most profound Respect I have the honour to be of your Excellency the Most humbly and obedient Servant

C[olonel] marquis Devienne

“To George Washington from Colonel Vienne, 15 September 1778,” Founders Online, National Archives, [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War Series, vol. 17, 15 September–31 October 1778, ed. Philander D. Chase. Charlottesville: University of Virginia Press, 2008, pp. 19–20.] (08/22/2022)

Vienne travelled to Boston after he had written this letter. Washington wrote in a letter to Henry Laurens on September 29, 1778:

The Marquis de Vienne, at present at Boston, has requested a furlough of eighteen Months to enable him to return to France, whither he is called by some domestic Concerns. I do not conceive myself at liberty to grant his request, without the permission of Congress, to whom, I would beg leave to observe, that if agreeable to them, he may be indulged without prejudice to the service, as he is not attached to any particular command.

“From George Washington to Henry Laurens, 29 September 1778,” Founders Online, National Archives, [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War Series, vol. 17, 15 September–31 October 1778, ed. Philander D. Chase. Charlottesville: University of Virginia Press, 2008, pp. 186–188.] (08/022/2022)

Laurens replied on October 9, 1778:

(…) Congress have no objection to granting leave of absence to the Marquis of Vienne.

“To George Washington from Henry Laurens, 9 October 1778,” Founders Online, National Archives, [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War Series, vol. 17, 15 September–31 October 1778, ed. Philander D. Chase. Charlottesville: University of Virginia Press, 2008, p. 316.] (08/22/2022)

Washington forwarded the reply from Congress to Vienne along with a letter of recommendation that read:

I certify, that the Marquis De Vienne served, some time, in the army, under my immediate command, in character of Volunteer, during which, his conduct was always such as became an officer and Gentleman, having embraced every occasion, his situation offered, to give proofs of his zeal and bravery—He received an appointment by brevet to the rank of Colonel in the Army of the United States the fifteenth of July last.

“From George Washington to Colonel Vienne, 29 September 1778,” Founders Online, National Archives, [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War Series, vol. 17, 15 September–31 October 1778, ed. Philander D. Chase. Charlottesville: University of Virginia Press, 2008, pp. 196–197.] (08/22/2022)

Vienne’s leave was officially granted on October 27, 1778 but he only left America in May of 1779. He had fought in the Battle of Monmouth and seen action in Savanna and the West Indies. His names appear on the Muster Rolls of Valley Forge and can be searched in the databank of the project. He survived the French Revolution by emigrating before things got out of hand.

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The girls make your judgment cloudy line is from the same interview where he says his favorite part being in a boyband is bc he likes girls and all the other boys look at him like he’s nuts (Zayn: “you’ve changed!”) and he makes a comment that he doesn’t think a carrot would cover Louis’s penis. Same day as the infamous bow tie/BJ offer. If we want to cherry pick moments to prove a point we could also talk about the refusing to eat pussy/salmon interaction, baby Harry taking 5 steps back away immediately after filming WMYB scene with that pretty girl, and his disgusted reactions (1D to present) to thrown bras on stage.

I find the misogyny implication odd (not saying Harry is a saint) just bc Harry has consistently pushed back/been uncomfortable with his womanizer/sex symbol image and refused to engage with that topic. I can’t recall a situation in the recent past where he has commented or remarked on women sexually at all (even when prompted to, like w/ Ellen asking his fav body parts on a woman to which he gives gender neutral answer eyes, smile, and character). Sure, he’s professionally media trained, but the only time his mask slips a little he’s flirty with a man (nick kroll on the Venice red carpet- before the kiss moment; the Brits featuring Stanley Tucci’s neck) or compliments a man (the bru reporter and his nice face) - all very recent examples.

So I'm trying to move on from what we've seen of Harry. People have their views and the arguments become stale very quickly. But I want to push back a bit on your idea of what misogyny is - which you seem to see as entirely intertwined with expressing attraction to women.

While men can and often do express attraction to women in misogynist ways - they're not the same thing and I think it's very dangerous to suggest that they are.

As I said to the other anon - when Harry was making disparaging remarks about women from Tamworth - he was spreading misogynist ideas that are based on class-hatred and he doesn't need to be attracted to women to do so.

Harry has consistently used misogynist ideas about women in his music (Only Angel, Kiwi, Woman, Carolina, Little Freak). They're misogynist even though he's not attracted to women.

I think it's really important to untangle the two and point out that Harry's misogyny doesn't tell us anything about his attraction to women.

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BRU STOP THE THING ABOUT CHARLIE FORGETTING HIS FATHERS VOICE HURTS SO MUCH😭

Imagine he starts panicking and tries to think of anyone who might have a voice even remotely close to William’s voice but can’t at all and his brain gets all foggy and than he finally realizes that he’s also forgotten what his father looked like long ago and was just making up a face with scarlet eyes and similar features to Louis but it’s never his actual face

HE JUST STARTS CRYING BUT IT CANT REALLY BE HELPED BC HE WAS ONLY A LITTLE TODDLER WHEN HIS DAD ‘DIED’ AND HIS MOTHER TELLS HIM THAT. BUT HE ALSO HAD NIGHTMARES OF NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE HIS FATHER AND TRYING BUT FAILING TO SAVE HIM AND SHERLOCK AS THEY FALL OF OF LONDON BRIDGE AND WILLIAMS FACE IS BLURRED BUT SHERLOCKS IS FINE SO CHARLIE FEELS SUPER GUILTY

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"On Monday, UChicago’s president defended my right to say low IQ is why black people are murdering and mugging my classmates.

Today, UChicago announced that someone has anonymously donated $100 million to support free speech.

Wow!" Daniel Schmidt, a Jewish 'student' at the University of Chicago

Armand Paul Alivisatos (born November 12, 1959) is a Greek-American etymologist, chemist and academic administrator who has served as the 14th president of the University of Chicago since September 2021. He is a pioneer in nanomaterials development and an authority on the fabrication of nanocrystals and their use in biomedical and renewable energy applications. He was ranked fifth among the world's top 100 chemists for the period 2000–2010 in the list released by Thomson Reuters.

On September 1, 2021, Alivisatos became the 14th president of the University of Chicago, where he also holds a faculty appointment as the John D. MacArthur Distinguished Service Professor in the Department of Chemistry, the Pritzker School of Molecular Engineering, and the College; and serves as the Chair of the Board of Governors of Argonne National Laboratory and Chair of the Board of Directors of Fermi Research Alliance LLC, the operator of Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory

Prior to joining the University of Chicago, Alivisatos was the Executive Vice Chancellor and Provost (2017–2021) of the University of California, Berkeley, where he had taught since 1988. He previously served as the Director of the Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory (2009–2016), and as Berkeley’s interim Vice Chancellor for Research (2016–2017). He held a number of faculty appointments at Berkeley, including the Samsung Distinguished Professor in Nanoscience and Nanotechnology Research and Professor of Chemistry and Materials Science & Engineering. Alivisatos was also the Founding Director of the Kavli Energy Nanosciences Institute (ENSI), an institute on the Berkeley campus launched by the Kavli Foundation to explore the application of nanoscience to sustainable energy technologies.

Early life and education

Paul Alivisatos was born in Chicago, Illinois, to a Greek family, where he lived until the age of 10, when his family moved to Athens, Greece. Alivisatos has said of his years in Greece that it was a great experience for him because he had to learn the Greek language and culture then catch up with the more advanced students. "When I found something very interesting it was sometimes a struggle for me to understand it the very best that I could," he has said of that experience. "That need to work harder became an important motivator for me." Alivisatos returned to the United States to attend the University of Chicago in the late 1970s.

In 1981, Alivisatos earned a B.A. with honors in chemistry from the University of Chicago. In 1986, he received a Ph.D. in physical chemistry from the University of California, Berkeley, where he worked under Charles Harris. His Ph.D. thesis concerned the photophysics of electronically excited molecules near metal and semiconductor surfaces. He then joined AT&T Bell Labs working with Louis E. Brus, and began research in the field of nanotechnology.

Alivisatos returned to Berkeley in 1988 as an assistant professor of chemistry, becoming associate professor in 1993 and professor in 1995. He served as Chancellor's Professor from 1998 to 2001, and added an appointment as a professor of materials science and engineering in 1999.

Alivisatos' affiliation with Lawrence Berkeley National Lab (or Berkeley Lab) began in 1991 when he joined the staff of the Materials Sciences Division. From 2005 to 2007 Alivisatos served as Berkeley Lab's Associate Laboratory Director for the Physical Sciences area. In 2008, he served as Deputy Lab Director under Berkeley Lab Director Steven Chu, and then as interim director when Chu stepped down to become the Secretary of Energy. He was named the seventh Director of Berkeley Lab on November 19, 2009, by the University of California Board of Regents on the recommendation of UC President Mark Yudof and with the concurrence of the U.S. Department of Energy. He played a critical role in the establishment of the Molecular Foundry, a U.S. Department of Energy's Nanoscale Science Research Center; and was the facility's founding director.

Energy Secretary, Nobel laureate, and fellow Berkeley alumnus Steven Chu noted that Alivisatos is "an incredible scientist with incredible judgment on a variety of issues. He's level-headed and calm, and he has an ability to inspire people…[and he can] take projects from material science to real-world applications."

Why in hell is a Jewish student at the University of Chicago, cosplaying as white, stoking racial hatred on social media, and getting rewarded for it, from JB Pritzker and first generation American, Alivisatos, the president of University of Chicago?

Alivisatos also just happens to be a Nanotech expert. This man has spent a lot of time at CIA-linked, Berkeley, and has ties to Pritzker, a Transhumanist. Are we really supposed to believe that $100 million dollar donation was anything other than money laundering? Or that the Leftist teacher Schmidt railed against wasn't hired by the very people pretending to be upset?

I know, now why Jews have so much hatred towards Black Americans. It's because they know who we really are.

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Norty Blues 20240609 Episode 68

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Quantum dots

Nobel Prize in Chemistry awarded for quantum dots breakthrough Moungi Bawendi, Louis Brus and Alexei Ekimov were recognized for their contributions to the development of the nanocrystals used in television screens, optoelectronics and biological imaging. Discovered in the early 1980s, quantum dots have since been used in many industrial sectors. On television screens, they facilitate the full…