Custom Products

My latest venture is custom t-shirt designs. Have you all seen this Spell With Elements web site? I have taken it one step further and, if there are the correct element abbreviations available, I will stick any name on to all the products in my shop spelt out using the periodic table.

Periodic table

Because there are lots more letters available if I use amino acids instead of elements, I have also been making peptide designs but these take longer to create so aren’t quite as much fun.

Peptide

Any way, I don’t charge a design fee and you’re under no obligation to buy anything I create. So send me an email and I will see what I can do.

Email Fun

I haven’t been up to much ilovebacteria.com related bits and pieces lately. Instead, I have been organising my email inboxes. Now, I realise you might be thinking that this does not sound all the exciting and unworthy of blogging about, and you’d be correct. It is, in fact, the blogging equivalent of that Twitter nonsense. “ilovebacteria is trying to decide whether to keep old emails from mad people.” I actually spent the entire duration of one cup of tea pondering this very predicament. Oh yes, my life is seriously that cool.

I figured that I really should hang on to the nice emails, although I am unsure what I will ever do with them. Maybe print them out and scrap book, then take them to the pub and wave them in the faces of friends:”Look how popular I am on the Internet, losers!” But what about the ones from people who are clearly demented, or just plain rude? I mean, I appreciate people who can be bothered to point out mistakes in my writing, but some people insist on getting all troll-like over little spelling mistakes. “Don’t you even know how to use a spell-checker?” Well, clearly not. “Your writing is amateurish and lazy.” That’s true as well, but thanks for letting me know in such a polite fashion. “RUBBISH!” someone shouts from my computer screen. Seriously, you don’t have anything better to do with your life than email me?

In any case, I now have a nicely organised inbox with lots of folders and clever rules that send messages to their correct homes. It should mean that I don’t miss emails like I have been lately. Of course, I haven’t received a single email to my new inbox yet which does leave me slightly concerned that I have either screwed something up or my new spam eater is even hungrier than its predecessor. Sorry in advance if I continue to ignore emails…

Dull versus Crazy…

So according to this Professor dude, us scientists are a pretty dull bunch. Gone are the days when clever crazy blokes with wild hair made ground breaking discoveries. Nowadays, all the smart folk have defected to journalism, leaving behind all the boring people to do the science. 

Professor Charlton, editor of a scientific journal, says: “Scientists are, as a group, dull and getting duller: duller both in term of less intelligent and more boring. And the science they produce is increasingly dull.”

Read more about it here.

So is he right, or just trying to be an arse? Oh, and I wonder what category he puts himself in…

Shrimp on a Treadmill

Wired listed its top science videos on the net - some of them are pretty good. Most of us have seen the PCR song before, but what about a shrimp running on a treadmill to the Benny Hill music? I like this immune cell chasing an unfortunate bacterium too: 

5 Things Meme

Abel Pharmboy over at Terra Sigillata sent me this meme and I figured it might be fun. If you don’t already know, there are some decent science blogs over at the aptly named scienceblogs web site and they are definately worth checking out if you are in to reading about stuff what scientists say. Some of the blogs are intellectual, others are less confusing to the small of mind. There are 73 to choose from, so sure at least one will appeal!

Any way, on to the meme thing. If you fancy sticking it on your blog and want me to link to you, drop me a line and it shall be done.

5 Things I was Doing 10 years Ago
1. Just starting out at uni
2. Moving out of home
3. Living on Pot noodles and Smash
4. Drinking a fair amount of beer
5. Plotting world domination

5 Things On My To-Do List Today:
1. Do more work than I usually achieve on a Monday
2. Try to find a way to not have to work next weekend
3. Avoid running anyone down on my driving lesson
4. Fix some of the gaping plot holes in my book
5. Try to persuade boyfriend to let me get some pet rats

5 Snacks I Love:
1. Sushi (just the fish)
2. Chocolate milk
3. Malteasers
4. Marzipan fruits
5. Pork scratchings

5 Things I Would Do If I Were A Millionaire:
1. Stop brushing my hair and live in just pyjamas
2. Build tower science lab so I don’t have go out to work
3. Go to Madagascar to see the lemurs
4. Sit in bed and write books
5. Wear more hats

5 Jobs I’ve Had:
1. Supermarket checkout girl
2. Waitress in a psychic camp for old people
3. Filing slave in an office
4. Science web site goddess…hang on, it doesn’t really count if I don’t get paid
5. Scientist (I don’t think that counts either)

Good god, my life is uninterested.

Confessions from a Disillusioned Postdoc

At eight years old, I was peering down my dad’s microscope at leaves, bugs or whatever else I happened to have rammed onto the viewing platform. In my kitchen laboratory, concoctions of pond water, mud, Ribena cordial and half the contents of the spice cupboard became amazing new medicines that my little sister was encouraged to drink. Were these the warning signs that I was destined to become a scientist or a crazy person? I am hoping it was the former, although I am not so sure these days where the line between the two lies.

Fast forward 20 years, and my lifelong dream to become a microbiologist has been fulfilled. So why does it sometimes feel so empty? The problem is that, the older I get, the more thoughts of the future start to matter. Maybe some people would be happy plodding along in a job with no long term security, hoping for the best and just getting on with it. But not me. After how ever many years working to get to this point, surely I should be finding it easier, not hitting yet another wall over which I have to struggle before I can make it to the next level?

The first postdoc is easy to fall into, but there is so much to prove now. If I don’t greatly improve my publication record in the next few years, what are my chances of getting a second postdoc? Then, after two postdocs, I will be drifting into that seven years as a postdoc territory, where I should really be thinking about getting a lectureship or a permanent research position. But there is a seven pound problem with this – what if I decide to have kids?

I will be around 34 years old when I finish a second postdoc (providing I get to that point). There are no extensions on fixed term contracts if you take maternity leave. So, if two candidates go for that all important lectureship, one with a massive, baby-sized hole in their publication record and family commitments meaning they are no longer willing to work all hours under the sun, who do you think is going to get the job? And do I even want such a competitive and demanding job if I have a young family to go home to?

I believe this is why science has such a bias towards men in the top positions. Maybe women are not actually experiencing active prejudice in this job, but sometimes the perceived discrimination you think you will come up against is enough to make you want out. Sure, I know that plenty of women do make it and I don’t want this to sound like a feminist whinge about how female scientists have it so bad. But, I don’t believe you truly can have it all, and that goes for both men and women. Something will always have to give.

Germ Stories by Arthur Kornberg

Germ Stories

I have just posted a review of Germ Stories by Arthur Kornberg. It is a great book, all about bacteria, fungi and viruses, complete with amusing poems on microbes and some amazing illustrations!

Here is an extract from the review:

“Hurry, hurry to the parade of the strangest creatures ever made.”

So starts Nobel prize winner Arthur Kornberg’s ‘Germ Stories’, a collection of rhyming stories about the “little beasties” responsible for diseases such as AIDs, food poisoning and pneumonia. Mixed in with these nasties are some good guys, including the mold that brought us Penicillin, and also yeast, much loved by bread and beer enthusiasts!

For me, the most exciting thing about this book are the beautiful illustrations. Every poem is decorated with the smiling faces of hand drawn germs and full page illustrations that bring the world of microbes to life. Salmonella Typhi of typhoid fever fame is featured on the front cover, but it is the brightly coloured germ parade, complete with fireworks and microbe-balloons that I enjoyed the most.

 

Bacteria Stuff

I have been trying to finally get around to updating all the bacteria pages to include photos of the little microbes as well as the (possibly a little strange) cartoons. This proved easier than I thought as good old Wikipedia has loads of public domain images that can be reproduced as long as the author is referenced. The Escherichia coli electron micrograph below is my favourite.

I’ve also begun adding in some general bacteria info, like the pages on bacterial morphology and inside the bacterial cell.

Escherichia coli cluster

Guestbook

I added a guestbook to ilovebacteria.com a while back, although the anti-spam graphics were more efficient than I anticipated and prevented anyone from posting (thanks for the heads up Sarah!). Hopefully the problem has been solved now…I went with a free PHP script called GBook if anyone is interested. Having been through a number of free guestbook providers in the past and always had spam issues, I’m interested to see how this one turns out.

Back when Ratlab was still going strong, I could always tell what messages were spam as they generally contained a string of web addresses and lots of references to Viagra. Nowadays, spammers seem to have evolved into something much worse and leave messages such as ‘Hmmm, not sure I agree with your point. Can you provide references?’. Of course, when you click on their seemingly innocuous homepage, your innocence is assaulted by whatever horrors lie within.

But no matter how complex the spam filters in operation in my shiny new guestbook are, the world still waits for a way to prevent school kids from posting half a dozen messages informing me how ‘poo’ I am, or letting everyone know what they think of poor Kevin in their class. What ever happened to the days when kids just chased each other round with sticks?

Evolution isn’t perfect…

Interesting question from a visitor to the site:

Apparently the comedian Dara O’Briain said something like “If the theory of evolution is really true and we’ve undergone millions of years of evolution, why do we still sometimes bite the inside of our mouths?” Perhaps this could be one of the silly questions answered on your site.

Think about this for a second. It is undoubtedly painful and annoying to accidentally nip the inside of your cheek while, slightly over-enthusiastically, munching on a piece of delicious steak. However, you would have to be pretty unfortunate to die of such an injury. And that’s the problem with evolution – it deals in the currency of life and death, not degrees of irritation. So, if some particular trait or ability doesn’t kill you and/or make you infinitely less/more attractive to the opposite sex, good old evolution is pretty much going to ignore it.

I often hear people talk of how, in several million years, humans will have evolved to all be 6 foot tall, or blonde and beautiful, or to have one eye in the middle of their forehead as we no longer need two. But these folk are missing one vital point, and that point is the male nipple. Let’s face it guys, there really is no purpose to your little chest appendages. But they are still there, right? That’s because evolution really has no interest in removing something that does you absolutely no harm – it’s really got better things to do. Just so long as you survive long enough to have babies, evolution is perfectly happy. You can bite the hell out of your mouth or be in possession of pointless nipples or have a massive nose, and, just so long as you can find one person out of 6.5 billion who is willing to procreate with you, then evolution just isn’t going to take the blindest bit of notice of whatever physical defect you possess.

This is one of my favourite arguments against that whole creationist nonsense. Surely if someone was going to design a human, they would have made us, sort of, better? I mean, wisdom teeth? I can’t talk for the rest of the planet, but I can say that my own cause me no end of pain and annoyance. And what about child birth – surely no other animal finds the whole experience quite as dangerous and traumatic as a human? Could it be that evolution has selected for those physical traits that, while allowing us to walk upright and have big brains (i.e. massive baby heads), also result in lots of women finding their pelvises not really all that great during the process of giving birth? In the toss up between being able to run around on two legs and pain-free childbirth, evolution obviously found the ability to walk on two legs more useful to the survival of the human race, and the ‘wonder’ of childbirth was the trade-off.

A perfect human wouldn’t bite the inside of their lips, experience difficulty in giving birth without help, possess pointless male nipples, endure chronic back pain or develop impacted wisdom teeth. But we’re not perfect. All those little annoyances we have to put up with simply because we’re human are the product of all those years of evolution choosing the traits that help us survive long enough to have healthy kids and ignoring everything else.