12 June 2004

The big squeeze


After we finished interviewing candidates this week, I spent most of the rest of the week working with students on research projects. I've been really pleased: they've all entered into the spirit of things, have been attentive, and generally making excellent efforts. And because they need guidance, I've been spending time in the lab, slowly organizing and cleaning (which the place needs!).

The downside is that while I'm working there, I'm not able to write. And I really need to write grant applications and manuscripts. I'm stuck for time. And I'm not sure how I'm going to make time to do both yet. I need to train student students to generate data, but I also need to get that data on the printed page.

'Tis a quandry.

A new President


My University will be getting a new President in a little over a week. I'm quite anxious to learn the outcome of this process. One of the administrators here pointed out that at most universities, Presidents come and go with little impact on the daily routine of the institution. In this case, however, a new President will be a big deal, considering that this institution has had the same president for well over two decades. The right person now could make a huge difference to this place. Huge.

09 June 2004

The end is near


Of my job as Biology Search Committee chair, that is. That was the twelth on-site job interview since February, all of which I was responsible for overseeing. (Remember, you can't have a dozen without "Zen!") Our last on-site interview ended today, with our candidate getting on the plane as scheduled. At least something went as scheduled -- these last three job interviews have been rife with moved appointments, missed appointments, rooms that were supposed to be reserved for seminars being switched over to classroom use with no notification... argh!

With so many people coming and going, I'm just glad we didn't injure anyone.

Meanwhile, I've got four(!) students doing summer research projects with me so far: Mike, Eric, Alana, and Jessica. In typical Pan Am fashion, I had some students express interest in doing summer projects who never showed up and nevercontacted me to say, "I'm not going to be able to do this." Fortunately, a couple of the students above joined at the 11th hour, so I should be able to hand off projects planned for the deadbeats -- I mean, other students -- to them.

But for now? I'm going home after a day of getting candidates on planes and showing students techniques. I'm kind of burned out.

04 June 2004

A day at the beach...


...Is no day at the beach. At least, not when you're a biologist. I went out to muck around and dig for sand crabs for stduent projects. And as pleasant going out to dig on the beach sounds, it's hot, backbreaking work. Lots of shoveling and bending in about 35 degrees C weather. Fortunately, a CSL intern from UT Brownsville named Gibbs was there to help me out.

We managed to get our 11th on-site job candidate away without injury. Only one more on-site interview to go, at the start of next week. And one way or another, we are done after that.

03 June 2004

The week that exploded...

...and it was only Tuesday.

We're having two more on-site interviews this week. Monday, as I noted, was a holiday, so nobody was around. On Tuesday, it seemed like every time I turned around, something was going annoyingly – but luckily, not badly – wrong. The room we had reserved for the candidate’s seminar got taken over by a class (with no warning that our reservation had been pre-empted), then we had to try three more rooms before finding one that was empty where we could hold the seminar.

And it seemed absolutely everyone wanted to reschedule meetings with the candidate.

And we ran out of money for snacks at the afternoon social.

And I have about five undergraduates who want to start research projects.

And... Well, I think you probably get the idea. But by this time next week, come what may, there will be no more job interviews! No more phone interviews. No more campus visits. So my job as Search Chair will be done soon.

31 May 2004

Holiday, apparently


South Texas has begun its regular "heat that beats you like clubs when you walk outside" only slightly later than scheduled. I was greatful for the repreive, I suppose, with a cooler spring this year than last.

Today is apparently an American holiday that, being Canadian, holds no special importance for me. I was in my office trying to work bu tnot getting very far, as my main unfinished job right now is to order supplies for my students. And that means I need to get quotes for shipping costs, that sort of thing.

My major task for next month is to somehow start getting grants and manuscripts happening. I'll keep you posted.

27 May 2004

Not yet, maybe soon


I still haven't managed to get anything new started, but I think I'm getting closer. The search committee stuff, and the two on-site interviews next week, are both taking major chunks out of my time. Luckily, one way or another, those searches should be over in two weeks.

26 May 2004

Road trips

I got back yesterday from a pleasant and productive trip to the Austin area. I visited with my colleague Virginia Scofield, but more importantly, got to visit several people in the University of Texas Austin Section of Neurobiology. Although the visit was put together on rather short notice, I was able to meet a few people, and quite a few people attended a talk I gave. I was pleased that they were asking very perceptive questions, and seemed genuinely interested in the story I had to tell.

The downside to visiting the particular day I did was that UT Austin was engaged in cleaning its entire power system. Apparently, this involved blowing steam through some massive turbines. This process is going on apparently all week, and it involved noise like few things you've ever heard. Have you ever stood next to a jet engine at full throttle? Louder. They had construction guys handing out earplugs on the street corner, it was that loud. Fortunately, some areas inside the building where I gave my talk were relatively quite. The offices of some of the people I met were not so lucky.

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In other news, I’ll be turning off the option to comment on this blog, even though I haven't received a single one yet. Call it a premptive strike. I visited another blog, and saw a whack of “comments” that were nothing but typical spam advertisements. Gah.

20 May 2004

When will they end?


I am still keping busy trying to finish projects that I seem unable to start any significant new ones.

For instance, I am still working on Search Committee stuff, trying to fill two more positions. We're arranging on-site interviews for two more candidates to come for the first week of June, with another one possible the second week of June. At this rate, the Search Committee work won't be done until the end of next month / early July.

I still have three of my four Honours students who have yet to hand in their final draft. One more should be done tomorrow, though.

And I still have analyses to do of my pilot project for teaching technology. And I haven't been able to find time to order teaching supplies for my summer students, which is surprisingly time-consuming. And then there are the manuscripts I should write, the grant proposals I should write... yikes!

I'm also trying to accomplish all this while I am simultaneously preparing to visit the Austin area on the weekend and early next week. I'll be visiting my colleague Virginia Scofield, then spending Monday networking with the faculty in the Section of Neurobiology, among others. I'm giving an informal seminar, so I'm prepping my PowerPoint slides right now.

People have been asking me, "Are you going to go back to Canada for the summer?" (or "on vacation," or some such). My stock response is to laugh and say, "I have real work to do."

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!