Thanks to everyone who donated to Movember. I am now clean-shaven, smooth as a lounge lizard and looking about 18 again.
Have a wonderful time in London, wish you were here.
Thanks to everyone who donated to Movember. I am now clean-shaven, smooth as a lounge lizard and looking about 18 again.
Have a wonderful time in London, wish you were here.
It’s no secret that I’m no fan of P Z Myers. In fact, I think he’s a bit of a drongo (as the shackle-draggers might have it). So it’s a bit of a shock to find myself agreeing with him.
As I implied previously, I don’t do science because it’s useful, or important. I do science because I find it beautiful. I’m not just talking about pretty pictures of cells or protein structures, although I’ve posted enough of those around the place.
Finding out how things work, how the natural world fits together. It is important, and it is beautiful—even if we’re not trying to cure a disease or invent a more efficient jet engine. Just because it’s there, because we’re part of it: because just like art and music and literature it’s part of what makes us human.
Why did you become a scientist?
This weekend my sister–I could, with justification, say my ‘kid’ sister–retires from the Royal Air Force.
She has served in the Falklands and nearly been blown up in Iraq. Her husband has served in Bosnia, and will be on active duty in Afghanistan next year. Our father spent 23 years in the RAF, and we grew up on or near airbase after airbase: sometimes within a scant 150 miles of the armoured might of the Soviet Union. It is a matter of record that I am proud of my father, my sister and my brother-in-law, and all that they have done.
Unlike most of my peer group at school I never had a satisfactory answer to the primary question posed by the careers advisors. I did consider joining the RAF (an obvious choice), but in the end decided against it because I didn’t think I’d be good enough. So I took ‘A’ Levels in the three sciences, and then, because I wasn’t sure what else to do, read Biochemistry at Oxford. Thence it seemed obvious that I should get my doctorate, and because I loved finding out how things work–taking them apart and trying to put them back together to gain an insight into mechanisms and processes–I did a couple of post-docs and a stint in industry: because they seemed interesting.
Maybe it was because I couldn’t think of anything anything better to do?
I love cell biology. I love trying to understand the function of proteins from their structure. I love the form, the symmetry, the spartan beauty of enzymic mechanisms. The perfect fit of an aromatic residue between two purines of RNA. The coordination of zinc.
I also love taking people and showing them something new: looking down the microscope and saying will you look at this! Taking another senior post-doc and her boss, and showing them the results of the transfection I’d done for them.

And that enthusiasm for the natural world, that wonder at its beauty and coherence, is what has kept me a scientist, is what makes me so eager and willing to infect the next generation of intellectual stars. Why, probably, the Principal of my girls’ school is keen for me to go in and talk to the leavers as they prepare for high school.
I still have this fascination, I still have this innate curiosity that makes me look at a new gadget and think but how does it work? But I think it is time to step back from the coalface, if you like, and see how I can share the love. Infect more people. Show them what a fascinating and wondrous world we live in.
I have an interview in London next week. I can’t say much about it, but it sounds interesting, and exactly the sort of thing I’d be good at. It’s not my ultimate destination, but it seems like a good route to take.
Just as I sat in the careers class all those years ago and made some sort of decision, even if I wasn’t quite sure where it would lead me, I’m turning off this road and taking another one. It’s a bit fogbound at the moment, but I’m confident it will clear.
Trolling over to my good friend Jonathan Sanderson’s website last week (disclaimer: I’ve never actually met the chap in real life), I read about something called Why is Science Important?.
That looks interesting, I thought, what’s going on?
I was pleasantly surprised to see Jenny’s face peering out from her lab.
Http://whyscience.co.uk/ is Alom Shaha’s brainchild: I’ve talked about Alom previously and had the opportunity to meet him at Chez Rohn just before the blogging conference in London. Alom is a fantastic communicator and full of energy and beans, and this endeavour has certainly piqued my interest.
Take a look, and as he says,
if you’ve got something to add, please get in touch.
I wanted to write, tonight, about many and varied things, but circumstances (and Ms Knut) got the better of me.
So rather than let you talk amongst yourselves (because I’ve seen your conversation, and believe me it isn’t pretty), riddle me this:
Why is Windows software for fluorescent microscopy so damned crap?
So.
Those of us who have been paying attention have realized that certain corners of Nature Network have been getting very excited about something called a ‘”meme”:http://network.nature.com/tags/martinmeme’. This is not, as I first thought, a small but significant rodent indigenous to the lush rainforests of Northumbria: rather it is some sort of virus that try as you might to stop it just keeps spreading.
A bit like like ‘Big Brother’ but without the shining wit.
But rather than get into a mass debate about the pros and cons of such -self indulgent wank-knobbery- noble endeavours, I went out into the streets of Sydney to get a vox populus.
As luck would have it, I happened to chance upon Miss Edith Knut, spinster of this parish, as she performed her daily constitutional. After mollifying the young constable (whose uniform, unfortunately, will not be the same again, no matter which dry-cleaner he takes it to), I was able to ask Ms Knut a few searching questions. The interview is more or least verbatim.
1 What is your blog about?
He’s a very nice boy. I’ve house-trained him well and he very rarely craps on the carpet now.
2 I said ‘blog’, not ‘do’–oh, never mind. What will you never write about?
A week last Thursday.
3 Okayyy… Have you ever considered leaving science?
Leave it young man? I’d chased it three times round the block while you were still in nappies.
4 What would you do instead?
Come upstairs and I’ll show you.
5 Eh, maybe not. What do you think will science blogging be like in 5 years?
Even better! You’re only as young as the man you feel, I say!
6 Quite. What is the most extraordinary thing that happened to you because of blogging?
Well, when I was younger, I was quite sought after by certain young men you know, and
(This part of the interview has been turned into a screenplay and the rights sold to a production company in Fyshwick, Canberra.)
7 Did you write a blog post or comment you later regretted?
Non, je ne regrette rien. Are you free tonight?
8 When did you first learn about science blogging? (What time?)
My mother taught me. We had to make our own entertainment in those days. ‘Always make sure you get the young man’s name and address’ she said. If you come a little closer I’ll show you what I can do with a fishslice and three cups of oatmeal…
9 What do your colleagues at work say about your blogging? No, ow, stop, please, help, that hurts POLICE HELP!
The stitches come out next Tuesday.
Last week’s lyric was from ‘Whole lotta love’, by the Mighty Zep. That particular Plantism is ad-libbed, it sounds like, on the BBC Sessions tapes: recorded in 1971 for the immortal John Peel ‘s In concert show.
The winner is Brian Derby. Yay!
This week’s lyric in search of a tune is
Am I your Easter bunny?
Sir
Has anyone else noticed the uncanny resemblance between Richard P. Grant: scientist, poet, gadfly and all-round loon; and Chuck Norris: martial artist, action star, hero and defender of the American Way?
Kick-ass Nature blogger
Chuck Norris
Is this some kind of plot by Nature Network to take over the world?
I think we should be told.
Yours in fear
Concerned of Sydney
As time is running out (isn’t it always?), and rather than contribute to yet another bloody meme, I should remind all you bright young things to persuade the great and the good to start blogging. The ‘Grand Challenge’ laid down in the final “session”:http://network.nature.com/people/rpg/blog/2008/09/15/on-science-blogging-2008—part-3 SciBlog ’08 is still wide open.
Fame, fortune and a trip to Scifoo are at stake.