19 May 2004

The big news


A few posts back, I hinted that there was some good news coming. Now, I can finally tell you what it was. Thanks to our College Dean, Mike Eastman, UTPA received a $1.3 million grant for undergraduate research from the Howard Hughes Medical Institution. The university even got mentioned specfically in the formal HHMI press release. (Edit: The success of this grant got noticed by the University of Texas Chancellor, who sent a congratulatory email to our president that is now making it down the line to me.)

I was involved somewhat in helping to prepare the grant application last summer (I mentioned it here), so I am hoping to reap some small benefit from it. Although a planned laboratory bus got mentioned in the press release, actually the bulk of what we'll be doing will be in the Biology and Chemistry Departments. We'll have undergraduate fellowships, a much needed seminar series, and undergraduate research symposium, and more.

I had a two-part response to hearing this news, when the Dean "leaked" it to me a little in advance. My first thought was, "Yes!" My second thought was, "How much more work am I going to have to do because of this?"

In the not so good news, the microelectrode puller request isn't going to happen, as the particular University fund I was hoping to tap into is supposed to be for equipment replacement rather than new purchases.

And several faculty in the Department had their requests for teaching release to do research turned down. I think this may be the first time anyone in the Department has had this request turned down. It's made for some very unhappy campers, and I can't blame them. It's a fast and efficient way to demoralize people.

In the better news department, I've submitted abstracts to give talks at two meetings. One in July at Western Nerve Net (the meeting I gave my first "pro" presentation at), and one in October at the annual Society for Neuroscience meeting. The Society for Neuroscience abstract is always a bit frustrating, because it has to be sent in so far in advance. You often have to something based on your preliminary data, and hope that they productive experiments you do in the intervening summer don't change the story too much...

12 May 2004

Successes


The first good news is that all four of my Honours students have successfully defended their theses, with my last student, Anna, doing her defence today.

I also got word that I'll be able to purchase a Sutter P-2000 microelectrode puller using money collected from a "technology transfer fund" students pay into. The reason I was able to tap into this was that I'm creating a new class, Neurobiology Methods, which is a lab course. It's been approved at the university level, but since nobody does anything remotely like this, I will need lots of equipment for the course. This was one of the bigger single purchases, and is a pretty pricy piece of kit (over $12,000!). I'll be able to put it to good use in research, too, when the class isn't running.

And I love the idea of having a piece of equipment with a laser capable of melting solid rock! (The puller can make electrodes out of quartz, and quartz is rock.)

07 May 2004

Three down, one to go


My Honours students Gloria and Marco both successfully defended their projects today in back to back presentations. Makes for a long day. It's just 4 in the afternoon, but it feels like it should be 6 or 7 in the evening.

Perhaps part of that fatigue is because today was the last official day of the semester. Marks were due to be handed in this morning, although I met my self-imposed deadline of getting them in at least one day early. I am now cast adrift, with no courses to teach for 3.75 months... to do grant writing and manuscript writing and supervising students on lab projects. Going to two more forums for candidates for a new university president. And let's not forget that there are three job positions that I'm actively trying to fill, in my role as Chair of the Search Committee.

The grapevine has it that there is good news for the University to be announced soon. I don't get to tell you what it is for a few days. But it's cool, and will be very helpful to a lot of people here.

05 May 2004

One down, three to go


The first of my four Honours undergraduate students, Nisha, successfully completed her defence today. Yay! Now, I just have to get three other students through their defences on Friday. And about a dozen other things to do by Friday, but oh well...

I also just put together a small request for a big piece of equipment: a microelectrode puller with a sticker price of almost 13 grand. We'll see how it goes.

03 May 2004

The beauty of data

I was analyzing some results from a simple little experiment that I had done. The picture below is a recording of neural activity in the tail of a crayfish.


Notice the large, regular spikes? They start slow, speed up, and then slow down again. Those are from a single neuron: the tonic stretch receptor of a muscle receptor organ. This is a little sense organ that detect bending in the tail: the more it bends, the faster the neuron fires spikes. I've shown a recording of them in this journal before, because they were the first neurons I was able to record from in my lab.

You can see there are a few other neurons firing in this trace: a few bigger, most smaller. Using the marvels of computer technology, I can sort all of those by shape so that I'm left with just the one cell I'm interested in. In practice, it tends to miss a few spikes here and there, but in this case, it did a pretty good job.
Now I can focus in on just the response of the one, single neuron I'm interested in, shown in red.


Because this neuron fires all the time when stretched very consistently, the major thing we're looking for is, "How does that firing rate change?" Yes, I can see it gets faster and slower, but I'd like a bit more detail than that. I plotted the instantaneous frequency of the firing rate (spikes per second, calculated spike by spike rather than an average).

And I was shocked by what I saw.


Clearly, this neuron didn't just speeding up and slowing down once. It sped up, then went slower and faster several times, resulting in these distinct peaks in the firing rate. It wasn't visible in the initial trace, but was blindingly obvious when you did this simple analysis.

The shock wasn't just over realizing that the neuron's spiking was a bit more complex that I first though; the shock I felt was the shock of recognition. I looked at those dots, outlining a shape with the distinctive series of "scalloped" edges along the top. I'd seen that shape before. I'd seen it a few times in a recordings I'd made myself during my Ph.D. work. Mostly I had seen that shape in scientific papers by other authors, like these two traces here.



From Figure 1 in Wiens, T.J. 1993. J. Comp. Physiol. A 173: 435-444.

What that picture shows you are intracellular recordings from two muscle cells. A neuron is being stimulated by the experimenter (Ted Wiens, in this case), and the muscle cells are responding to each little puff of neurotransmitter that the neuron releases. (You can tell it's an old picture by the grid of dots visible in the second trace. This was probably photgraphed straight from an oscilloscope, which usually had a little grid to help you measure things. This was back in the dying days of analog neurobiology, before computers were fully integrated into neuro labs.) What's shown here is the muscle cells electrical response, but the amount of contraction -- the tension -- created by that muscle cell will closely parallel the electrical activity. Each peak of the trace above is the muscles response to a neuron firing once (in this case, the motor neuron fired four times).

But I wasn't recording from muscle. I was recording from a sensory neuron.

I put together what this trace was showing me in a flash. Somewhere in this preparation, a motor neuron was activated and firing action potentials. In fact, it's probably just a one motor neuron, because crustacean muscles have very few neurons to control their muscles. The motor neuron is firing, the muscle it's connected to is contracting. These little muscle twitches cause just a little tiny bit of tension, so slight that you can't even see the tail moving in the dish. But it's moving the tail just enough that the stretch receptor is picking up the tension, and reflecting the muscle's activity in its firing rate.

It was beautiful.

And because beauty should be shared, I went looking for someone to share it with. Because it was Saturday, not many people were in there office, but poor Chris had to bear the brunt of me geeking out over this trace. I did not feel guilty about this, since he was pulled me into his office and was waxing rhapsodic about some plant rust (fungal infection) or something a few days before.

It's beautiful to me not because it's any great discovery. I mean, neuron fires, muscle twitches, sensory system tells you "muscles twitching" is pretty basic stuff. No, I think what's beautiful is to see so directly this sensory neuron pick out what are, in all likelihood, the activity of single motor neurons is amazing to me. That, and the experience of looking at the data, having that rush of recognition and almost immediately knowing what's going on... It's exhilerating. It really is. It's pretty much what we scientists live for. Admittedly, we hope that sometimes it's on a larger scale: bigger data sets, more important experiments, things that push the envelope of knowledge, and so on. But even little moments like that are pretty special.

After the intital rush, I became interested in why this experience was so strong for me, and I think it has a lot to do with the immediacy of what I went through. I plotted the data, recognized the shape, and had an explantion in the space of a few seconds. I think this demonstrates just how important exploring and visualising data is. I'm a real admirer of Edward Tufte (last name pronounced "Tuft-ee"), and he talks a lot about this in his works. I wonder how many discoveries have been lost over time because people didn't have the right graph. For example, in this case, I was able to immediately recognize the shape because of the particular plot I chose. What if I had plotted the frequency not spike-by-spike, but averaging the firing rate every 0.1 seconds instead?


I don't find this graph as pretty as the one with just the dots, but I probably still would have recognized the shape. But what if I averaged the firing rate over every half a second instead of every tenth of a second? I would have seen this...


Clearly, a lot of information's been lost. I can tell something is contracting somewhere, but I can't see the exquisite sensitivity of the stretch receptor and how closely it seems to be tracking the muscle tension. So sampling at a higher frequency is better, right? Not necessarily. The original line graph (two above) took the average every 0.1 seconds; the one below takes an average every twentieth of a second...


Ack! That is one ugly graph! I might have recognized what was going on here, but I strongly doubt that I would have come to the conclusion that what I was seeing was beautiful. Even if I changed the line colour away from that gaudy pink.

And if I had plotted the exact same data not as a dots or a line, but as a bar graph of spike counts, I doubt I would have drawn any conclusions about what was going on besides the obvious (the neuron fired faster, then slowed down).


Incidentally, this is the same sampling rate as the first of the "pink line" graphs above: counting spikes every tenth of a second. Yet in one case, the graph reveals; in another, the graph conceals.

There are several lessons here. This example shows that creating a good graphic of the data is not a straighforward thing. "Show me the data" is a constant refrain among experimenters, but there will always be multiple ways to do that. If you don't take care in representing that data, particularly graphically, you will miss evidence for some very interesting things. And it also speaks to why a really good graph or image is so powerful: the immediacy. In this case, it was allowing me to see, in a measure of rate of one neuron, to trace the activity of two others -- and to see it, graphically, as clearly as if I had recorded from those other two cells.

Science is often about simplicity: the simplicity of realizing that what you thought were two different things are really the same thing. And I think that is why I experienced this small little set of nothing data as beautiful: in examining one thing, I saw another.

02 May 2004

Living cliches


So I was at work this morning, had set up a time to meet my SO and was running a wee bit behind. On the way back home, ran into two of the Biology student. One said held out some flower and said, "What's this?

"A plant," I replied (well, it was).

She asked me to smeel it and I said no. She said, but it smells nice, and I said I was kind of late and had to go.

"So you're too busy to stop and smell the flowers?" she said.

My life in a nutshell.

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Next post: an essay on the beauty of data.

28 April 2004

My recent days


Get up. Work. Eat dinner. Excercise. Sleep.

Add matinee movie if Saturday or Sunday, but not both.

Man, I'm so ready for something different...

23 April 2004

Rhino. Renault. Know the difference!


 

Hint: The rhino's the white one. The difference may seem obvious, but this article shows that it isn't.

22 April 2004

Cyber meanderings

Don’t ask where I got this from...


Doctor Zen

Guppy
Agility
1
|Strength
8
|Stamina
0


Battle Rating
9
Origins
Doctor Zen was won on Ebay





Can your fishy beat Doctor Zen ?



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Small advantage of keeping this blog? I got a chance to test the much ballyhooed new web email service that Google is launching soon. I’m such a ‘Net junkie, the last thing I really need is another email account. I have, like, 4 or 5 already: home, work, Hotmail, and I think I have a Netscape one that might still be active. No, I got this to conduct an informal study: how long will it take from when this new service starts testing (which was around 19 April 2004) until I get my first email advising me that gains of even a big six inches is possible? Or that I can have low cost prescription drugs or refinance my home?

More jobs; more Bethesda

I confirmed a day or two back that we have another candidate who has signed on the proverbial dotted line, so I would like to be the first to publicly welcome Dr. Kristine Lowe to UTPA. And I'll say it again: Hope you survive the experience...

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Promised that I would describe more of my visit to Washington, but realized there wasn’t a whole lot to say. Let’s see... in addition to all the useful stuff I learned about my electrophsyiology software, Spike2, I learned you can get a vanilla creme at Starbuck's in hot as well as a cold iced drink. I found a great French resto and boulangerie that reminded me of how much I miss good croissants. (French bakeries are another thing in short supply in south Texas.) I had a raspberry with cream cheese crossiant. Yum.

I found an excellent comic store called Big Planet Comics where I spent far too much time looking for something to read in my hotel room that night. I was reminded while I was in there about what “cosmopolitan” really means when a French woman came in with her kids asking what French comics they had. The staffer behind the counter didn't blink an eye and pulled out a bunch of European imports. They had Asterix, but alas, no Blake & Mortimer.

For dinner my last night in Washington, I went to a Rock Bottom restaurant. Arguably a strange choice as I don't drink beer. But I got lucky. My waitress came, and I happened to say, “How ya goin’?” and she smiled and said, “Nobody ever asks me that.” She introduced herself, and I said, “Excuse me, did I hear you right?” I thought I heard her say, “I’m surly,” but I thought, “That can’t be right.” Turned out it was right – or almost. She had an Armenian name, Serli (which means something about love), and the “r” is supposed to be barely pronounced. But nobody could get the subtlety of how it was supposed to be said, which is more like “Say-lee,” so she became “Surly,” as in mad. So when she said, “I’m surly,” I missed the chance to utter Sean Connery's famous Bond quip, "But of course you are." Fortunately, she was anything but. She was a lot of fun, recommended a great desert, and earned a generous tip.

In retrospect, I wish I’d arranged things to have a little more time on Saturday. I got up early, hopped on the metro, and went down to the mall – which I love. I was again reminded of just how far away I am from anything down in south Texas, when within the hour I had to walk around, I passed I don’t know how many museums, including the Smithsonian Natural History museum. I’ve got more pictures, but being a biologist, this one takes pride of place...

Smithsonian Natural History Museum

I wanted to get down to the west end, which has the reflecting pool – it’s my fave, and I really wanted to get a picture of it. But I didn’t have enough time. I might have been able to make it, except there was construction going on around the World War II memorial (which is being dedicated next month), which would have required a long detour to the reflecting pool. I was kind of in a hurry, but even then I was able to experience art and culture just casually just by walking around the outside of the Hirshhorn Museum of Modern Art and seeing some of their sculpture garden. The piece below is “The Drummer.”

The Drummer sculpture

Arguably you could experience more culture and science in Washington D.C., in a few months than you might get in many years in the Rio Grande Valley. But I’m not bitter.

As I walked out past the modern art museum, I walked through a marathon or some sort of extended run, for which they had closed off the street. Then I was on the L’Enfant Plaza metro station, going on my way back to the airport. Even though I was an hour before the plane was scheduled to depart, they were already warning people to use the washrooms before taking off. There's a relatively new rule that 30 minutes after taking of or landing in Washington D.C., nobody – and I mean nobody – is allowed to get out of their seat for any reason. Certainly not for something as trivial as relieving your bladder. Not when Homeland Security is at stake.

And that was the extent of my trip last week. Very successful intellectually and in advancing the things I’ll be able to do in my lab, and I even managed to sneak in a little fun, as you can probably tell.

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Signs you've been away from home too long: A student asked me if I was Canadian. When I replied that I was, she said, “I’m from Canadia too!”

“Canadia?!??”












20 April 2004

Jobs; Bethesda


Here's the latest total for one of the five positions our department has been trying to fill. We had one person turn us down before we could bring them to campus, did two on site interviews that did not result in a hire, had two more people turn us down, and a third on-site interview that did not result in a hire. So we're now talking to candidate number 7. Some people would start believing in curses at this point.

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Anyway, I wanted to provide a little more detail about the trip I took last week to Washington, D.C. I've been to the city before, and enjoy a lot about it, particularly the mall. One of the surprises was that the last time I flew in, I remembered the airport being rather dingy. Maybe it was Dulles, but the Ronald Reagan National Airport was rather pleasant, as you can see. Oddly, I flew from the George Bush Airport in Houston to the Reagan airport in D.C., making it feel like some weird Republican presidents' travel line...

Reagan Reagan National Airport

Another thing I like about Washington is they have a good metro system. I was able to take the metro all the way from the airport to the hotel for $2.30. Much cheaper than the $30-$40 one person in the class spent on cab fare! The D.C. metro's not as good as Montreal, but not bad. It has two things that I'm not wild about: first, though you can't easily tell in the picture below, it's all dimly lit. Second, a lot of the entrance ways are quaite far down, and have long, steep escalators that are almost vertigo inducing.

Washington, D.C. metro

And while I was riding the mtero, I was reminded of something I'd thought about before. Whenever I take a metro, I always half-expect someone to run through, being chased. In movies, metro are used big action scene; nobody ever just rides them. (Hellboy was the most recent example of this.) Even Speed, which was famously set on a bus, saved the metro as the scene for its climax. I wonder why no other public transport attracts moviemakers attention...?

In any case, I got to the hotel without too many mishaps, although I did have a bad moment when I realised the address for the hotel was 8400 Wisconsin, not 4800 Wisconsin. Whoops. But I got to the hotel (Four Points Sheraton), had a pretty good dinner at the on site resto, Chatters, and had a bath before packing it in for the night.

The classes were not exactly early the next morning, so I had time to explore a little. Although I've been referring to Washington, the actual course was held in Bethesda, in the neighbouring state of Maryland. The piece of Bethesda I was in was rather nice, and reminded me of how much I miss civilization in souther Texas.

The courses ran their course. I had to feel for the Cambridge guys, as they were down one man: one of their staffers had come back from South America, and when they went to pick him up to take him to the airport, he met them at the door extremely ill and didn't go. Lucky for me, it didn't make difference to the material I was there to learn.

More on this trip later!

19 April 2004

The next President...


...Of our university will be one of these people. Let's say that there are some individuals out there that I'm relieved to see are not on the list.

17 April 2004

On the way back


A quick note from the crummy complimentary computer in the hotel lobby... I arrived safely, did my short course, which was very useful and informative, and am now getting ready to wind my way back via the scenic route to the airport to head home.

More later!

13 April 2004

Spread your tiny wings and fly away


This could be my last entry for a few days, as I'm flying to Bethesda, Maryland tomorrow to attend a short course. I don't know how much 'Net access I'll have until I get back on Saturday. My laptop is way past due for a replacement, so I will be looking for internet cafes or something to deal with emails, online teaching, and my journal. Hopefully I'll be too busy to worry about 'Net withdrawl symptoms.

I'm nervous about all the stuff I'll be missing while I'm gone. We have a job candidate coming in (#9 for this year!), who I won't get to meet. Ugh. I have animals in the lab that need occasional inspection. And students want attention, too. They need advisement, they need questions answered, and so on.

I'm pleased to be leaving on a positive note, though. I was actually able to sit down and run an experiment with one of my students today. And that always rocks.

10 April 2004

RAHC update

Let’s see how the RAHC is coming along, shall we?


Okay, this is really just an excuse to show off a picture with my new digital camera, a beautiful 4 megapixel number from HP. My parents are upgrading, and while they liked this camera a lot, it didn’t take repeated pictures fast enough for doing the wildlife photography that they enjoy (and are, I might add, extremely good at). You might get a few more pictures in this journal from here on in. This is much better than old pictures of the RAHC I've taken and showed in this journal before (here, e.g. – though the crane adds a certain visual interest that the black tar paper, or whatever it is, doesn’t.)

09 April 2004

New paper (again)


The final version of my "loss of giant neurons in scyllarids" paper is up at Arthropod Structure and Development (requires institutional subscription to Science Direct). Yes, I know I was telling everyone about that this was available as a pre-print less than two weeks ago, but this is the final version, with proper citation information and everything.

And it feels good. :)

Not for the faint of heart


CBC Radio Host Peter Gzowski once did a feature on Morningside about the reluctance of people to discuss just how much they made. This reticence seems to continue even when those salaries are in the public domain -- as they are in this university. That's right, you can find out how much everyone makes at my institution -- including me! -- here. I'm not listed by name, but if you know the department and the job level, you can pretty much narrow down what anyone is making to a very small range.

For an assistant professor in biology, it is somewhat depressing reading.

In a fit of masochism, my colleague Mike and I were trolling through the figures, looking for highs and lows, and it doesn't take long to realize that we're in the wrong business. (The wrong business if your main goal is to make money, anyway.) There are assistant professors (my job level) in the College of Business Administration who are making more than many full professors in their own department. Needless to say, they're also making more money than full professors in other colleges (including, needless to say, my own department). That just strikes me as wrong. Why are people in business worth so much more than other faculty? I mean, are they responsible for educating that many more students? Are they creating new knowledge? Are they really in that much demand elsewhere?

08 April 2004

More projects completed! Huzzah!


The paperwork has been signed and our Department Chair got copies, so I finally get to welcome Dr. Anita Davelos to our department. Anita was hired in the genetics position we've been advertising for. She'll be bringing some expertise on the genetics of bacteria to the department, although her own research focuses more on ecology than genes.

Just so you can prevent personal embarassment if you should ever happen to meet her, her last name is pronounced with three syllables, not two. It's "Da-vel-los," not "Dave-los."

To paraphrase some classic Uncanny X-Men covers, "Welcome to UTPA, Anita. Hope you survive the experience."

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In other good news, I finally packed up the last manuscripts for "my" special issue of Journal of Comparative Physiology A today. This will be an issue containing papers based on the "Mechanisms of behavioral switching" symposium I organized last year for the Animal Behavior Society meeting. One reason this pleases me is that at the end of the symposium, the participants did a bit of "soul searching" on whether it was worth talking about neural mechanisms at an behavioural meeting, because attendance ran low near the end of the day. If it was kind of a misguided place to hold the symposium (and I'm not convinced it was), having all of the papers together in one place will make bring it to the audience that maybe wouldn't normally attend a meeting like ABS.

But just to give you an idea of scientific efficiency... I had 8 speakers at the original symposium. Two declined to present manuscripts, saying they were too busy to write them. The symposium was August, and the original deadline was January for receiving the manuscripts. I won't mention how many of the six authors made it, but let's say it was nowhere near all of them. Sigh. However, many harrassing emails and extensions have gotten three-quarters of the authors to get their papers in. I'm looking forward to seeing the final thing in print, as always.

It seems like such a cliche, doesn't it? Professors being bright, but disorganized and not really good with deadlines.

07 April 2004

Hello Internet, I missed you while you were gone...


Something untoward happened to power somewhere on campus, which left me email-less, web-less, and generally bereft of all manner of the 'Net for most of the day. The shaking of my hands is now slowly starting to subside.

Meanwhile, I managed to get a "letter of intent" for a grant off yesterday. This will be the third for this particular foundation I've submitted. So far, I haven't even been asked to fill in a full application form. Will the third time be the charm? We shall see. Stay tuned.

05 April 2004

Bring on the dancing... robots

Science fiction isn't what it used to be, because we live in a science fiction world. It seems like pretty much everything that was once the domain of that genre has either been done, or is being done. Compare the communicators on Star Trek to you average mobile phone; the Trek communicators couldn't even take a picture!

This morning, reading this story in New Scientist reinforced that view. Sons has an experimental robot called QRIO, and is making the rounds, and I must say that those demos are danged impressive. In particular, this movie (you'll probably have to save it to your hard disk; right click your mouse and choose "Save as...") is a sight to behold. Four robots dancing.

Robots, and how humans will relate with them, is one of the classic themes of science fiction. One need only look at this summer's release of I, Robot (based on Isaac Asimov's classic book). The ad campaign for the movie is a very clever imitation of the sort of real ad that Sony might have for its QRIO robot.

Just like cloning mammals arrived sooner than most people expected and left people scrambling for how to deal with the situation, I'm starting to think that we'd better start doing some serious thought about the legal ramifications of robotics.