Last time, I regaled you with a story of cutting sections of roots embedded in paraffin. Cutting sections is the kind of obsessive handiwork that made me happy to become a scientist and still makes me happy to be one….
Trumpets? I don’t even hear bagpipes. Can I conjure up a kazoo to herald the return of Lab Fab? My last post was nearly two years ago, not long after the covid curtains closed. I stopped lab-fabbing because I stopped doing…
In which the respite of keeping cells alive is described
In which the usual account of experiments is suspended for an account of how we account experiments…
An account of scrubbing the sections, and of sputtering.
In which good vibes and Vibratome vibes are explored.
In which I describe the first stirrings of some new-old experiments.
A short but perhaps sweet post, with no experiments.
In which the joy of polarized light microscopy is alloyed by recognizing a blue big blistering blunder
All six washing machines are filled. Maybe I am earlier than on past Sundays or maybe the place is busier? One of the machines was done, and feeling a little sheepish handling someone else’s clothing, I placed it on top…