Pure Pedantry (link)
BABY STUDIES BIO
Baby studies bio, and I study biochem.
Baby studies bio, and I study biochem.
She likes her bio buddies,
But they don't like me and I don't like them...
Pharyngula (link)
LIMULUS & CHARLIE
Charlie wears broken glasses held together with tape and toothpicks. He is unemployed and occupies a one-bedroom apartment in Westchester, California, a half-mile northeast of LAX. Charlie eats in his car. His 1991 Nissan Stanza is a mausoleum of fast food, Frito Lay and Little Debbie wrappers. When Charlie was in the sixth grade, some of his classmates took to calling him "blubber butt." Although the nickname didn't stick, he has not quite gotten over it...
Page 3.14 (link)
HAPPY NEW YEAR: OUR SECOND EVALUATION REPORT
The SCQ is back from the holidays, and first wants to wish you prosperous New Year. Tomorrow, we will release details of a new contest. But for today, we present our second evaluation report*, as assessed by using Google ranking techniques. As of 12AM P.S.T. January 3rd, 2006, all aforementioned phrases resulted in a number one rank...
No Se Nada (link)
SOME VENN DIAGRAMS
A: Fleeting Beauty
B: Ethernal Longing...
Neurotropia v2.0 (link)
HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO DRESS YOUR MONKEY?
Every year, upwards of tens of tens of assistant primatology researchers exchange cutting edge data retrieval techniques, field-based observation protocols, and daring new pants-and-jacket combos at their annual meeting. Usually a coastal locale, San Diego or Stamford, CT, the meetings are a veritable meat market for new blood. The cattle call of interviews is so famous it's infamous, aspiring primatology assistants stacking their cv's with just that many untraceable unpaid internship listings and five-letter acronyms. Primatological assistantship has, as a matter of course, become a lucrative and difficult-to-land job, not the least reason for which is the requisite grooming skills.
Mixing Memory (link)
IN WHICH OUR PROTAGONIST LEARNS THE IMPORTANCE OF THE BASE CASE
I was three years old. By this point in my life, the residents of Sesame Street had educated me about as well as any community of puppets could reasonably be expected to educate any small child. Family legend has my father holding me, age fifteen months, as he selected an ice cream treat from the Dickie Dee vendor outside our Virginia home. I don't know if I recognized the varieties of snacks, but apparently I could make some sense of their names. "I," I enunciated, pointing. "C. E. C..."
Mike the Mad Biologist (link)
PROKARYOTES OF AMERICA UNITE
The biotechnology community has been taken aback by a sudden and aggressive attack by an organization calling itself Humans for Bacterial Suffrage (HuBS). The group claims that an insidious culture of what it calls "eukaryotic oppression" is enslaving trillions of bacteria, subjecting them to perverse genetic experiments, and exploiting their labour in the execution of profitable biochemical reactions.
The Loom (link)
A MANIFESTO
I am going to take Science to the people. I will start small with curbside lectures on botany and bus-based displays of electromagnetism, before moving indoors to synthesize acetaminophen in a local Starbucks - perhaps lead a roundtable discussion on nanotechnology in a booth at the back of T.G.I Fridays. The science elite won't appreciate my de-mystification of their beloved theories and the bourgeoisie, with their fancy pants and complicated shoes, will riot out of sheer terror. But the people will rejoice, for within them all are weak legged, bespectacled science geeks with no aptitude for sports who yearn for truth. I will deliver that truth in the form of a burning spear of enlightenment hurled into the heart of ignorance.
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