
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 usual account of experiments is suspended for an account of how we account experiments…

In which the joy of polarized light microscopy is alloyed by recognizing a blue big blistering blunder