Some meaningless graphs

Spring has finally arrived! Therefore, I enjoyed my duty of correcting exams in the sun. Not a long job, to tell you the truth, but rather gratifying and useful given my interest in eventually becoming a lecturer, one day.

Now, I’ve decided to draw some absolutely meaningless graphs to analyze the trend of the results. First, the fundamental question of which gender did the best job: ladies (always to go first) or gentlemen?

The former seem to have done slightly better.
Then, because the exams was taken not only by my colleagues, but also by some weird people who study an incredibly pointless thing, which should give them the opportunity find a job as pharmaceutical promoters among pharmacists: what a life! So, here things change a little bit, showing a difference between male pharma chemists and these wannabe, pharmaceutical traveling salesmen.
Last but not least, how the whole test went. Not very well, as the third graph shows (considering 12.5 means no mistakes).
See you soon, with more relevant data from my thesis project (hopefully).


VBP

No, it’s not the name of some new, trendy, innovative anti retroviral drug ready for the market. VBP stands for Very-Busy-Person and it’s what I turning into. Let’s make a brief recap: your group leader is on holiday in Germany doing meditation (that’s just an unconfirmed rumour, although from an informed and reliable source), the said reliable source (my direct supervisor) has gone home on Thursday, the other PhD student has no willingness to work and no sense of duty, so, predictably, has literally just dropped in to say hello, the other guy usually working in your group is in the middle of the writing of his graduation thesis. Plainly, you are all alone in the lab, but far from being unemployed.

I’ve completed an old ChIP (chromatin immunoprecipitation, for all the chemists reading) with a second series of RT-PCR, prepared some buffers I’ll need on Monday, started a new ChIP and looked after my supervisor’s cells. Not bad.
None of these things, though, really matters when compared to a couple of other major events, which have turned me into a VBP.

This morning I have had my very first real conference/business call (something I’ll be able to describe more in detail later) at 12:30. Throughout the working day (which isn’t yet over as a VBP’s working day is never really over) I received gratifying emails that are giving me the great chance of complaining about the huge number of (refunded) flights I’ll have to book in the next month (see above).

I can go one better, though. Before heading north, my group leader made me an offer you cannot refuse: to help him in correcting written tests. Usually a (punishment) for PhDs or even PostDocs, my red pen is going to judge whether second-year students of my same degree course have any idea what a polymerase is.
To complete this task I have occupied the luxurious office of the boss, with its human-leather chair (if you aren’t Italian you can’t get this reference, sorry) and much more. Plainly, the ideal position for business calls.

For what concerns the exams, I am going to complete their correction on Sunday. It’s a multiple choice test: so, I completed it to get the right answers and this has speed up the process. I am also considering going scientific plotting the results and publishing everything here.

Oh, the power!


Be grateful for your supervisor

What if this wasn’t a dialogue between a TV author and his boss, but, instead, a graduate student proposing a line of investigation and a series of forthcoming experiments to his supervisor?

 


Saving trees might save your mental health

One of the reasons I haven’t posted regularly since my thesis began is that I’ve spent little time at the computer, having developed a taste for saunas and, generally, hot, isolated rooms, where I work all alone, luckily, with a radio that keeps me connected to the rest of the world. And when I finally get out of the oven, there are always data to be plotted. Today, though, I’ve broken my routine as I needed to do some research on the internet, surfing through scientific articles, in order to find as much as possible about next week’s experiment. Basically, what I’ve been doing throughout the day, is looking for other papers where both camptothecin and aphidicolin were employed (even better if fibroblasts were involved) to get a general idea about which doses I should include in the assay.

In the past, I’ve always needed to read just a few articles and all of them indicated by professors, lecturers or supervisors (when I created this very blog I was doing a stage at the VU Medisch Centrum, Department of Oncology, in Amsterdam, so, in a nutshell, this is not the first time I’m supervised by someone). Whenever I had to read an article I always printed it straight-forwardly. I oddly reckoned that holding pieces of paper in my hands was a fundamental requirement for fully understanding the article. That’s probably a direct consequence of the fact that, as an undergrad, you deal solely with books (at least in Italian university). There was also another, undisputable benefit from this: I could study the article wherever and whenever I wanted. That’s include pretty much any journey by train and public transport, afternoons in parks, etc. Perhaps you could say I was a paper-aholic.

Weirdly, pretty much all the graduate students I’m working with at the moment seem to suffer from the same disease. Their desks are covered with tons of paper, either properly folded, so you get the impression of a very efficient and methodical person, or following a messy (dis)organization. Either way, these people are blamed by environmentalists because of their eco-unfriendly habits. But environmentalists shouldn’t be mean and blame these people: they should feel sympathy and pity for them, instead. It took me approximately a month to realize what many of you already wrote in some comments: most graduate students are sociopathic individuals, who undermine their own mental health through a slow and subliminal torture which basically consists of an almost complete isolation from anything that’s not somehow linked to their research. Sadly, not only do they reject anything that comes from “outside”, but they also show an eerie tendency to give up having a social life and begin to live in their office, going home only because there’s no bed in the lab. Hopefully.
Although it’s not that difficult to understand why they joined this self-destructive pathway, it’s not that simple to work out to save them. Especially if you, like me, are about to enter their world and your own worry is to preserve your mental health, whereas actually enjoy being surrounded by these zombies. 
One way to solve the problem is to stop printing articles. I’ll admit that reading all your articles as displayed on a monitor damage your eyes but, hey, don’t fool yourself: what you read of most of the articles you download are abstract, introduction and conclusion. Am I wrong?
So, while neatly organizing your own, ginormous portfolio on your hard disk, you won’t be wasting paper you’d otherwise have to recycle after a variable amount of time. Because there’s ALWAYS, in every group, the bio-freak who’ll curse you loudly if sees you’ve thrown away that plastic bottle in a normal bin

But this isn’t the most important point. What really matters is something else: reading on-line won’t let you highlight paragraphs and bring the paper wherever you go. Nevertheless, you can by a copybook and write down (on both sides) impressions, notes, most relevant facts or whatever you want. Still, when the computer is off or, supposing you’re the type of person who never switches it off, not at hand, you could either choose to read your notes or, much better, finding time to look for other interesting activities which are totally unrelated to the subject of your studentship. Believe it or not, there’s something interesting outside the lab.


What's your problem, Watson?

Last night, after the supper, I watched the news on TV and, my God, I couldn’t believe my ears: James Watson, the father of molecular biology, is a bloody-minded person! He doesn’t talk like a scientist. Mind you, he doesn’t talk like a decent human being, either! He is a twisted-minded racist, homophobic and firmly believes in eugenics. That’s like realising your father is a paedophile. Thing is, he is also kinda proud of his views, because he claims they are all genetically provable! My God, you spend a lot of time, convincing your socialist friends that being a molecular biologist doesn’t mean at all that you dream of genetically engineering foeti, so that parents will have their blond, pure Aryan babies and then this idiot comes up and ruins everything!

In case you didn’t hear about what this evil Nobel prize winner said a couple of days ago, as he arrived in Britain, here is a brief summary: Africans are genetically stupider than Westerners (something anyone with black slaves/employees knows perfectly well); the idea that all man are equal is a naïve communist/anarchist nonsense; Western government must bear in mind this and, therefore, immediately stop helping such a rubbish continent, having been scientifically proved, once and for all, that nothing good can come out of Africa. On a different occasion, he also kindly shared his views on black people’s penis size, when he said there is undoubtedly a link between skin colour and libido. Wanna castrate all of them? I guess that would be done for the benefit of genetically superior White race, which would be so relieved without all those sexual assaulters around the streets. Oh, and don’t forget about homosexuality, another cancer that must be eradicated from the mother’s uterus with abortion!

What’s next, Herr Watson? Don’t you have anything to say about Jews and Arabs? Shouldn't women be engineered so that they could only serve as house-keepers, nannies and sexual toys? I can’t wait for your next speech, mein Führer!

Update: I propose to attribute, from now on, the discovery of the structure of DNA to Crick and coworkers.


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