Oil and water separate, because the one is nonpolar and the other is polar. Polar pulls on polar, which tends to separate them.
There are chemicals to get the two to mix. Detergents, for one. Another example is emulsifiers. I want to ramble about what cell walls/membranes are made of, but I don't recall the exact bit. Egg white has water in it, and IIRC, an emulsifier. It should be possible to mix in a little extra water, if that is what he is used to. (Maybe he is a magic painter, and uses a slightly different procedure, or maybe he thickens his egg whites for some reason.)
Water colors should not mix with oil paints because you want similar chemistry for the solvents in the paint. (Or otherwise you gotta put some effort into making the chemistry compatible.) This is a different thing from slightly modifying the chemistry of the solvent for all the paint.
A lighter note. Van Dahl says that he will stay after Will's 'No Alcohol' statement. Perhaps he didn't want to give up drinking, and thought he would have to.
The whole different mores about alcohol, especially youth consumption, reminds me of the changes those went through in America, as technology, distribution and other things changed over time. Especially as I'd delivered a concise lecture on the subject yesterday, in between complaining about how stupid I was from lack of sleep. (This relates to a passion of mine, that I've studied, and have a tendency to rant about.)
So, new name suggestion for Will's sister. Jane Honeycomb, by analogy with John Barleycorn.
Last post, when I was using the thesaurus to look up other words for qualities, I'd seen Hope for either forward thinking or planning.
I've a minor essay on Hope in this latest episode, but I've been sitting frustrated while circumstances prevented me from working for an hour, so I'll need to call it off for tomorrow.
(And if their parents ever saw the Guardian's uniforms then they'd be grounded until they that old for real. I'm not surprised they started a riot.)
until they were that old
The thunder of the riding-rhino's hooves was barely behind the two of us as the others ran out of the door. Suddenly will used her grip on my arm to spin me to one side and released her hold sharply. She went one way and I went the other each of us colliding with the wall - in my case with a side order of pain to the shoulder that took the brunt.
Suddenly Will
There are chemicals to get the two to mix. Detergents, for one. Another example is emulsifiers. I want to ramble about what cell walls/membranes are made of, but I don't recall the exact bit. Egg white has water in it, and IIRC, an emulsifier. It should be possible to mix in a little extra water, if that is what he is used to. (Maybe he is a magic painter, and uses a slightly different procedure, or maybe he thickens his egg whites for some reason.)
Water colors should not mix with oil paints because you want similar chemistry for the solvents in the paint. (Or otherwise you gotta put some effort into making the chemistry compatible.) This is a different thing from slightly modifying the chemistry of the solvent for all the paint.
A lighter note. Van Dahl says that he will stay after Will's 'No Alcohol' statement. Perhaps he didn't want to give up drinking, and thought he would have to.
The whole different mores about alcohol, especially youth consumption, reminds me of the changes those went through in America, as technology, distribution and other things changed over time. Especially as I'd delivered a concise lecture on the subject yesterday, in between complaining about how stupid I was from lack of sleep. (This relates to a passion of mine, that I've studied, and have a tendency to rant about.)
So, new name suggestion for Will's sister. Jane Honeycomb, by analogy with John Barleycorn.
Last post, when I was using the thesaurus to look up other words for qualities, I'd seen Hope for either forward thinking or planning.
I've a minor essay on Hope in this latest episode, but I've been sitting frustrated while circumstances prevented me from working for an hour, so I'll need to call it off for tomorrow.
(And if their parents ever saw the Guardian's uniforms then they'd be grounded until they that old for real. I'm not surprised they started a riot.)
until they were that old
The thunder of the riding-rhino's hooves was barely behind the two of us as the others ran out of the door. Suddenly will used her grip on my arm to spin me to one side and released her hold sharply. She went one way and I went the other each of us colliding with the wall - in my case with a side order of pain to the shoulder that took the brunt.
Suddenly Will