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(M + M)i: A PROOFREADER’S LOVE STORY

One did not speak of dinner with Andrey Andreyevitch Markov, only the probability of dinner. And that probability might change, of course, depending on whether the great man had taken lunch, or gone without since his usual breakfast of black tea, unripe cantaloupe, and potato knish, or snacked perhaps on a thick slice of that Ukrainian poppyseed cake which Maria Ivanova baked with such flourish. That recipe alone would have made her name in St. Petersburg—if her husband had ever allowed a crumb to leave the house. But Markov was nothing if not meticulous. In my humble opinion, Poisson and…

WHAT IS IN THE JAR?

This is a collaborative poem written by Grade 4 and 5 students on the contents of a “jar.” This jar was a prop that was used to discuss poetry and science, as well as segue into a DIY cloud chamber activity for detection of sub atomic particles. – – – Air, hot, and oxygen and nothing but dogs and cats and breathing. I think an explosive is in the jar. I think a pickle now is in the jar. Nothing but kittens, nothing but love. The space is in the jar. GRAVITY IS IN THE JAR. A tiny creature is…

advancedquantumthermodynamics

ADVANCED QUANTUM THERMODYNAMICS (is a subject I know very little about)

This is the title of a new book that collects the various published science humour and creative non-fiction writings of David Ng. See how clever one looks, even whilst “pretend reading” it! Great for the “hipster that doesn’t get science” but who wants to look like the “hipster that gets Advanced Quantum Thermodynamics.” Great also…

FIDELITY

(with thanks to Ariel Gomez) “Justus quidem tu es.” – Gerard Manley Hopkins Minus one gene, cells that swing red or green— fascia or hormone— should groan, cease, dissolve to cell-ghost and bone. When staying true would have meant giving death’s due, instead they became something new. When faithfulness to what we knew about what they need would have meant a fatal bleed, cells knew better, needed less— were simple, simply were, and let themselves have happiness.

THE LOVE SONG OF J. APIS PRUFROCK

Let us go then, you and I, when the fields are spread with neonicoti(noids) like a bee displayed upon a needle. Let us go then, through certain half-deserted rows of corn that rustles, grows from corporate seed catalogs (all for low-end restaurants with soda and hot dogs). Bees that follow with a tedious hum but insidious poison may lead them to an overwhelming population crash. Oh, do not eat high fructose syrup! Let us ban neonics in Europe.   In the fields, the honeybees come and go trying to pollinate the rows.

THE DIABETIC DISASTER

Knock-knock. Knock knock. A pause. Knock-knock… Knockknockknock—KNOCK-KNOCK! Insulina the Insulin Molecule pounded her fist against the door in frustration. She’d tried knocking politely, ringing the doorbell, waiting a minute, and then knocking again with some more doorbell-ringing in between, but the cell simply wasn’t answering. It was unheard of. Cells always responded to hormones, otherwise they wouldn’t know what to do half the time! She looked over her shoulder to see the Glucose molecules snickering at her expense, and tried to regain her composure. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Hello, ma’am? This is Insulin Molecule Three-Four-Six on behalf…

EPISODE 3: PAPERS

EPISODE 1 | 2 | 3 Papers, deadlines, awkward conversations with your professor, and PhD job prospects – we tackle all these issues in our latest episode. But of course, we do it with some humour. Think managing your PhD is hard? Wait till you get into the real world. Be sure to watch this third episode all the way to the end. What are conversations with your prof like? How far will you go to get that lab reagent you desperately need? Share your grad school experience with us on YouTube (www.youtube.com/watchTheLab), Twitter (www.twitter.com/watchTheLab), or Facebook (www.facebook.com/watchTheLab). Cast: Frank…