10/31/2008

Dear Internet,

Filed under: — goddessparkle @ 9:32 pm

I would just like it to be noted for the record that at this very moment, Ross is wearing two bloom spikes sheared from our orchid strapped to his head, and is busily drawing a large floppy disk onto a piece of cardboard.

He’s heading to a Halloween party (I’m skipping it) dressed as a software bug.

After Ross came up with this idea, he almost rejected it for being too dorky, but then he decided that it would be okay if really he was going as the kind of supreme dork who would dress up as a software bug for Halloween.

I cannot decide if this is a more or less sophisticated approach to the whole costume problem than what he did the last time he dressed up for the holiday.

Edited to add:

Software Bug (His Supreme Dorkiness)

10/27/2008

You’re the Bomb, continued

Filed under: — goddessparkle @ 8:36 pm

Do I need to tell you that I had a wonderful time with Megan and Tina on Saturday night?

Megan as ZorroTina as Evil Sheriff

No, I didn’t think so.

As I said while I was putting on my coat to leave Megan’s warm, good-smelling apartment, it has been a long time since I’ve had two girlfriends who not only knew each other but also (as Tina added, nodding in agreement) lived in close enough proximity to make joint hanging out possible. I’m usually a one-friend-at-a-time fanatic, but even I have got to admit that there is something marvelous about a small party of three kindred spirits.

Since then, I’ve been working pretty hard; I’m trying to get a few assignments out of the way before this famed big project I’m supposed to be starting actually gets going later this week. Yesterday, that meant researching the state of scientific evidence proving the benefits of various forms of arts therapy. Today, it meant writing about prokaryotes. Did you know that some bacteria move around only with the help of tiny bundles of minerals embedded in their cytoplasm, constantly orienting and reorienting themselves in alignment with the Earth’s magnetic poles? I did not. Now I do. I also learned a new word: magnetotactic. Try saying it. Go on. You’ll like it.

By all of which, I suppose, I mean to say that perhaps work isn’t so bad right now after all. And as you can see, play is pretty good too.

You’re the Bomb

Filed under: — goddessparkle @ 8:24 pm

obligatory arty foto

10/24/2008

An Open Letter to the 2008 Republican Candidate for Vice President, Sarah Palin

Filed under: — goddessparkle @ 10:19 pm

Dear Governor Palin,

today you gave what your campaign called your first “policy speech” to an audience in Pittsburgh, PA, on the topic of the McCain-Palin ticket’s three broad reform proposals for addressing the issue of education and services for children with special needs. One of these proposals is the commitment to fully funding the Individuals with Disabilities Education Act, or IDEA: legislation signed into existence in 1975, but never backed by enough cold hard government cash to properly benefit those for whom it was written.

Let’s set aside the fact that John McCain has repeatedly voted against increasing federal funding for IDEA, shall we? (Barack Obama voted last year to raise funding for IDEA by over 44 billion dollars.) Let’s also set aside the fact that you personally have said you would, given the choice, oppose a 0.1% sales tax increase (that’s a one cent tax on every ten dollars spent) in order to fund programs for the developmentally disabled in Colorado.

Let’s just talk about how your speech today managed—somehow—to raise the display of your contempt for scientific inquiry to greater heights than ever before.

In lamenting the lack of federal funding for IDEA, Governor, you laid the blame squarely on one of your campaign’s favorite demons: earmark spending. Specifically, this is what you said:

We’ve got a three trillion dollar budget, and Congress spends some 18 billion dollars a year on earmarks for political pet projects. That’s more than the shortfall to fully fund the IDEA. And where does a lot of that earmark money end up? It goes to projects having little or nothing to do with the public good—things like fruit fly research in Paris, France. I kid you not.

Governor…when I heard you speak those words, it sent a cold chill through my body, let me tell you. I didn’t know quite how to react. But I’ll try, because what you said today betrayed not only an astonishing ignorance of nearly one hundred years of research in genetics, human development, and medicine, but also a stunning lack of understanding of the basic mechanisms of scientific study.

As many biology-taking high schoolers will be able to tell you, Governor, the humble drosophila melanogaster—besides being an incredibly annoying daily visitor in kitchens across the country—is also one of the most important and useful tools of biomedical research we have ever had. It helped us discover, for one thing, that genetic information is carried on chromosomes. The guy who figured that one out won the Nobel Prize for Medicine, actually. Imagine that. A Nobel Prize for fruit fly research.

Fruit flies also share almost 60% of our genetic code, and when it comes to genetic markers of disease, that number jumps to something a lot closer to 75%. That means it’s really easy to induce horrible human conditions in the tiny little buggers and try to figure out what causes those conditions, as well as how to fix them. Since a fruit fly is also very cheap to house and feed, and since its life cycle is short enough to make multi-generational studies very quick and feasible, drosophila’s been helping us make amazingly important discoveries about pathology and treatment for nigh on a century now.

In fact, Governor, to anyone who may have read a newspaper or two in the last several decades, your remarks this afternoon sounded as absurd as if you’d said, “And where does a lot of that earmark money end up? It goes to projects having little or nothing to do with the public good—things like Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s, and Huntington’s research. Silly things like studying cancer and AIDS. And oh, yeah—don’t let me forget—it also goes to things like genetic research, science that enables us to better understand the origins of disorders like Down’s syndrome and autism.”

I. Kid. You. Not.

As a former teacher, Governor, and a person who now works extensively on producing educational materials, many designed for children with special needs, I applaud your devotion to improving services for this criminally underfunded population (although you might want to remember that children with special needs tend to grow into adults with special needs—who also need services). But your sunny, sarcastic, seemingly deliberate scientific illiteracy is an insult to scientists across this country and the world, the vast majority of whom work on tiny pieces of research that would probably seem worthless or irrelevant to you (stuff like investigating a tiny bit of fruit fly DNA, say). That is, they’d seem worthless until five, ten, or even twenty years went by, and some other scientist fit it together with another tiny piece of research, and suddenly there it was: a cure for cancer. Or a new kind of biofuel that could help this country become energy independent and escape the dark menace of your other favorite demon, foreign oil. Or even, Governor, a definitive answer about the causes of autism or Down’s syndrome.

There are those of us who would dearly love to be able to give you the benefit of the doubt, Governor. We would like to believe that even if you are not our choice for Vice President, you are still a competent and intelligent human being whose opinions are deserving of respect. We want to believe this because the alternative is far too depressing. The alternative is believing that someone who willfully and cheerfully dismisses the intrinsic worth of scientific research—someone who is so lacking in knowledge and education that she could make the kind of baseless and uninformed argument you did today—that a person like that is running for the second highest office in the land.

And we are letting her.

Very sincerely yours,
Me
(a permanent resident who is starting to wish with all her heart that she’d become a citizen before this election).

10/22/2008

In Which Barbarians Make Cake

Filed under: — goddessparkle @ 10:27 pm

Carrots are in season, so when we ordered a box of organic produce (and eggs, and milk, and grass-fed beef) from this local delivery service, one of the items it contained was a huge, beautiful bunch of them. We cooked with a few, but I knew we wouldn’t go through them all in time unless we bit the bullet and aimed big.

Ergo, carrot cake.

I made the cake this evening while Ross was putting together a new shelving unit in his office, constructed out of 20 small cinderblocks and three long pieces of pine. It’s pretty great—the lower two shelves are for books, and a row of plants goes on the top. Also, it frees up some space in that room and makes it feel much less cluttered. We’re going to have to get rid of two pieces of furniture as a result: one folding bookcase, and this table. Anyone in the Chicago area want to buy either?

Back to the cake. It turned out beautifully, which is to say that it (along with the slightly lemony cream cheese frosting I made for it) tasted wonderful. Moist and yummy but not too sweet. Unfortunately, given that

a) it kind of broke while I was turning it out of the glass dish I made it in, and
b) we aren’t exactly skilled in the art of frosting,

the cake did not look like this. Instead, it ended up having the sort of face only a mother could love. Or, as Ross put it (while frosting), “I’m going to keep working on this for a while, so it doesn’t look so much like a cake that barbarians made.”

I don’t know. We’ve got pretty refined palates, for barbarians.

10/21/2008

The Price of Sponsorship

Filed under: — goddessparkle @ 4:54 pm

Today was the day of Ross’s scholarship lunch, where he and the other students awarded grants traveled to a tony building in the Loop to meet sponsors, display huge scientific posters, and talk about their work.

He wore a new suit. It looked awesome.

Ross Prepares For a Serious Lunch

When he came home he seemed exhausted but exhilarated by the experience of having people be interested in and enthusiastic about what he does, asking questions, listening closely, and saying, of his poster, “Yours was the only one I understood!”

I love my guy. And I’m proud of him.

More soon on unrelated topics. I’ve been writing about meiosis all day and parsing the relationship between DNA, genes, chromatids, chromosomes, and homologous chromosomes has me a little dazed.

10/15/2008

My Measured Response to Tonight’s Debate

Filed under: — goddessparkle @ 10:15 pm

Vote Obama: Save America From Zombies

*Edited to replace my measured response with my properly spelled response. Heh.*

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