more biologists!

being a biologist working in the chemistry building is weird because everyone knows me on sight and will say that they’ve defs seen me around, but no one knows who i am or who i work for, and people in my own lab don’t know i’m not in the chemistry department and get very confused when i talk about things like committee meetings, but on the other hand, none of the biologists not in my direct cohort know i’m a biologist and get confused when i show up to like, department events, so i’m basically just an unknowable science cryptid haunting the hallowed halls of higher learning with my ice bucket

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infodumping about the ocean

Entranced by this larger Pacific striped octopus? Us too. “Rediscovered” by our own Rich Ross & UC Berkeley’s Roy Caldwell in 2013 (which validated another scientist’s 22-year-old findings), its unusually social behaviors—including beak-to-beak mating—"fly in the face of nearly everything we know about cephalopods.“ Learn more: calacade.my/1N6WbRt.

📽️ by biologist Tim Wong

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As a scientist who studies blacktip sharks, I feel like it is my duty to inform others about this common case of misidentification.

The first picture is of one of my sharks, and the second picture is another species within its genus for which my shark is mistaken. Many people do not know that the blacktip (Carcharhinus limbatus) and blacktip reef shark (Carcharhinus melanopterus) are two completely different species. First, the blacktip reef is found in the Indian and Pacific oceans, and they have limited ranges as they stay extremely close to their sites for many years. Conversely, the blacktip is worldwide along coastlines and migrates seasonally. As for visual differences, the black fin markings on the blacktip reef are much more prominant. The blacktips nearly always lack black tips on their anal fins, and their black markings fade significantly with age. Another notable distinction is coloring, as blacktips tend to have a gray/bronze coloring while blacktips are a paler, cream based color. A behavioral difference is that blacktips have been known to jump out of the water like a spinner shark (Carcharhinus brevipinna) in the presence of prey or when caught on a line (I have witnessed this first-hand when I caught my first juvenile). Genetically, the blacktip is actually thought to be most closely related to the blacknose (Carcharhinus acronotus) based on DNA studies. However, resolution of phylogenies for both species is far from happening.

There are two lesser known species (Australian blacktip and smoothtooth blacktip) that are not as easily distinguished. The Australian blacktip (Carcharhinus tilstoni) looks exactly like the blacktip and was only found to be a separate species due to genetic analysis and vertebral differences; it is found along the northern half of Australia’s coastline. The smoothtooth blacktip (Carcharhinus leiodon) looks like the blacktip reef shark and is exclusively found along the Arabian Peninsula coastline.

We need more students in the STEM (science, technology, engineering and mathematics) field they say. We need more students in the medical field. We need more doctors, more engineers, more computer scientists, more nurses, and more biologists.  But I beg to differ. We need more psychologists, more anthropologists, more dancers, singers, painters, and most importantly we need more writers… more poets.
—  on Nayyirah Waheed

anonymous asked:

LG, how does one create so much pure smugness. Is the Core's true power source actually smugness and not magic. :V

LG

Hhhhhhhhhahahahaha… Ohhhh, that’s cute. If it was, would I be wasting valuable fuel on this little enterprise?

LG

Hhhha….. The CORE’s “power source” is not wholly magic, either, you know. There is an arcane component, but the primary electricity-producing mechanism is geothermal. Magically-augmented, of course. A percentage of the raw physically-produced geothermal power is earmarked for use in conversion modules, as well, to ensure a proper magic-to-electricity ratio for whatever purposes the energy is to be put toward.

Your average Underground Monster home electrical grid ideally carries a 2:3 arcanelectrical mix, as your trivia for the day. A 1:1 ratio is better for Monster-centric medical centers, or even more toward 3:2 – the higher passive magic radiation given off by the system has a slight mood-lifting effect and promotes faster healing. Too high on the magic side, however, and accidental discharges can become dangerously more common… It’s a delicate balance. All the better an expert is monitoring it at all times, everywhere, hmmmm….?

anonymous asked:

If Owen were to have a boyfriend what would he be like?

Okayy, finally, I’m going to sit down and write an answer. Ever since I saw this ask, it wouldn’t get out of my head and I’ve been thinking about this all day :))) (and this is of course all pretending that Owen doesn’t actually die even once and the whole team lives happily ever after etc etc.)

(This is gonna be longer than I thought)

So, Owen’s bf would probably also be a scientist, including a doctor title and what not. He’s probably more a biologist/geneticist or something like that. The first time they meet it’s at some posh science conference in some expensice posh hotel in London, because even if Owen is with Torchwood, he likes to keep up with recent developments, since they could be useful for his work. So they probably meet each other for the first time at the hotel bar at the very first day there, and the bf (I’m trying to think of a name, but I haven’t come up with one yet) probably makes the first move, although rather subtle and offers to buy Owen a beer as they talk about some new technique or whatever that was introduced in a presentation they both had attentened earlier that day (which was probably where the bf had spotted Owen the first time). As they keep talking and drinking they both notice to really get along and since they are all staying in that hotel and don’t really know anyone else, they decide to meet up for breakfast the next morning. Owen is still oblivious.

They spend quite a bit of time together during the weekend and usually end up at the bar together. They have heated debates about ~science stuff~ (yeah sorry, I don’t know much about all that ’:D) and to the question, about what Owen does for a living, Owen probably says that his boss would kill him if he told the bf, but that is has to do with more exotic aspects of being a doctor and a scientist.

Owen and the bf just click immediately and share the same dark humour. The bf is probably as tall as Owen or a little taller, approximately the same age, dark hair, and really passionate about what he does. And while Owen can’t and doesn’t talk about what exactly he does for a living, he enjoys it to finally be able to talk to someone who really understands what he’s talking about (mind you, Tosh is brilliant, but she hadn’t gone to medical school). the bf is snarky, sarcastic and flirts, but Owen doesn’t mind. The bf is actually Welsh, but hasn’t lived there since he was a kid. (Can’t really decide where he lives now, maybe outside of London?)

Anyway, on their last night, they both end up pretty shit faced (because that’s what you during those conferences) and because Owen’s room is on the second floor and bf’s room is probably somewhere waaaaayyy to far up to bother when you’re so drunk, so they both just end up crashing in Owen’s room, and while nothing happened yet between them, they bond even further when they both wake up with the worst hangover ever and Owen shares his magic hangover cure pills (never mind that technically they aren’t available on the market until the end of the 21st century). They decide to stay in touch and exchange phone numbers. They hug when they say their goodbye’s after breakfast, that maybe lasts a little too long, and in parting, the bf mentions that he’s probably visiting Cardiff in a few weeks for a business trip or something.

A few weeks later, after having kept in touch via texts, emails and the occasional phone call, the bf stays over at Owen’s for the week he’s in Cardiff, and it’s only his second day there and after a night out, they are both drunk - but not too drunk to not know what they are doing, when the bf kisses Owen, as soon as they step through the door of Owen’s apartment, and Owen kisses him back, hard, as the bf pushes him against the wall and soon there’s a trail of clothes that lead to Owen’s bedroom.

The guest room is forgotten for the rest of the week, Owen comes to work even later than usual, but always in a good mood, so that after two days Jack is convinced that something alien is controlling Owen. (Owen had of course long done a background check on the bf, nothing alien or otherwise suspicious was found, if you didn’t count quite a few speeding tickets) It takes Owen some convincing that he is perfectly fine and “What’s wrong with you guys? just because I didn’t call the teaboy ‘teaboy’ for a few days you’re weirded out?!” until he snaps a day later, after Gwen couldn’t just simply stop asking huim questions about what’s going on with him lately, and he tells them “Fine! I’ve got a boyfriend, the sex is fantastic, no Jack, he’s not an alien, he’s clean and NO, you both can’t join in, and no Gwen, we’re definitely not ever doing the double date thing.”

There’s stunned silence, Gwen is making big eyes, Jack starts to laugh, Tosh tries to be happy for Owen, but is also just a tiny bit heartbroken (she get’s over it though and eventually Tosh will find the perfect gf or bf too). Ianto makes a sarcastic remark, to which Owen replies something like “Up your arse, teaboy.” To which Ianto probably counters “Up your’s as well, apparently.” Which makes Owen groan as he leaves, and Tosh, Gwen and Jack roar with laughter. (the mystery about cheerful Owen is finally solved!)

The bf finds out about Torchwood eventually, when one day, a couple of months into their relationship, during a particular nervewracking case, Owen starts to ask the bf a bunch of ~purely hypthetical~ questions about genetics and what effect it could have if say, someone who was ~hypothetically~ from another planet, would [fill in the blank]? And because the bf is clever and has been to Cardiff quite a few times, especially during the past few weeks (and one time Owen had come back home covered in green slime), and he has heard about those freaks from Torchwood, those question’s only proved his suspisions. (and it really was only a matter of time, next to Jack and the black SUV with Torchwood written all over it, Owen was probably the one who was the least subtle about where he worked. More than once has the bf picked him up or dropped him off at the tourist office)

Jack knows that the bf knows about TW, but lets it slide, because he did the same with Gwen and Rhys and Owen really has been through enough shit already, and besides, those ideas from the bf actually moved the case forward, so a week later, Owen brings him along to a night out at the pub with the whole team (plus Rhys). The bf gets along with all of them and bonds with Gwen, Ianto and Rhys over Rugby and is facsinated by how brilliant Tosh is. Jack is glad and relieved, that another one of his team has managed to have a life outside of Torchwood and decides to make Tosh work less night shifts.

-And they lived happily ever after.

I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that this would turn out THAT long, but as I kept writing, I just got more and more ideas and I’m srsly thinking about turning ths into a proper fanfic because I just have a lot of unexpected feels about this :’))) I’m not even sure if this really answers your question ‘:)

Anyway! Thank you sooo much for asking and for waiting so long. This really wasn’t an ask that I could have done justice at 2am.

I haven’t read through this again so sorry if there are a lot of mistakes in there

In Which I Attempt to Analyze Journal 3 But End Up Gushing About Ford Instead

It’s late, and earlier tonight (or this morning), when it was slightly less late (or early), I decided that even though I’m super late to the Journal 3 train, I needed to get my thoughts down on paper. Those thoughts are apparently gooey and disorganized, because the real analysis stops after the first paragraph, I started to ramble about halfway through, and I’m not sure most of it makes sense. (Mostly because it’s late. Or early. Or whatever.)

 Anyhow…. 

Journal 3 is the best kind of supplementary material.

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Anti-SJW, Anti-feminism, Anti-cultural isolation. Pro fucking logic. Send me your hate, its the only thing that gets me up in the morning. I’m pretty much here solely to debate/prove people wrong. So if you think you can pull one over on me, think your sociology degree has taught you more about biology than biologists? Think you can prove god is real? Think you’ll be the first person to actually offend me? Give it your best shot. We can do it civilly, or start a flame war. I fuck with either one.

-Mod GAM.

(IGNORE THE LAST SUBMISSION I TOUCHED THIS ONE UP A BIT ITS BETTER) i couldnt draw them dancing cause i suck but i hOPE THIS IS OK… happy belated b day baa-chan!!!!

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 8 I didn’t expect to be included in this but I’m laughing cuz it looks like a weird dating sim were all the options are hyper monster experts omg Do you think giants are cool? > yes. >YES QUIT PLAYIN’ (Thanks, and happy holidays, Sam :y )
Socrates and Cupid: A Dialogue (Part Three)

Socrates: I will try my best. First, suppose we were to ask an evolutionary biologist, what is love? This is what I hypothesize: Taking great care to ensure his scientific rigidness is not misinterpreted as cynicism—a care that I myself will not take in summarizing his belief—the evolutionary biologist will tell us that love is a cosmic deception; that is to say, love once awoke in the minds of the earliest humans as but a small kindle in the heart, and has since grown as the generations come and go, for the sheer purpose of prolonging our species. Do you understand?

Cupid: No!

Socrates: Because I have not explained this biologist’s point of view sufficiently, of course, so I will give a more mindful attempt. The biologist has been trained in her studies to view all things through the lens of evolution, and, begrudgingly, love can be no exception for her. So, in the strictest terms of evolutionary biology, she thinks to herself, why does love exist? And the answer is immediately apparent. Look before you now, dear Cupid, at the scores of couples down below, playing with their children, guiding them to grow strong, as their parents have done for them, and the parents of the parents before them. One could even go so far as to say love tricks us into having babies. And so I ask you: How many of these couples, do you suppose, would go through this trouble were it not for the love they feel for their kids, and the love they feel for their partners, who through good and bad take upon this endless responsibility by their sides. 

Cupid: Tehe! Not many at all! I have made the experience joyous for them, because they love each other. 

Socrates: This is the point our biologist wishes to make, and I can find no fault with this point—it is scientific and it is unbiased and it accounts for a great deal of the evolutionary purposes of love. But now, o chubby floating baby, let’s say we leave our biologist to her studies, and we find another with whom we may engage in conversation.

Cupid: Oh, you’re making me tingly, Socrates. Don’t make me wait—who will we ask about love next?

Socrates: We will ask my protégé, Plato, whom I miss dearly. In his typical fashion, he will transfix us with a beautiful story, so that through metaphor we may encounter a deeper truth. Here is his story: Humans were once creatures with two heads, four arms, and four legs, but upon angering the heavens, Zeus summoned his lightening to slice us all in two parts, and thus love is the journey we take in finding our other halves, in becoming whole again. 

Cupid: Tehehe. His metaphor tickles!

Socrates: The man had many metaphors, all of which tickled as much or even moreso than the one I have just summarized. This is why I miss him so dearly. But, since we are still speaking on the subject of love, I will move forward to two more people to whom we can ask our question. First, we will approach a shy young girl, who blushes at the prospect of conversation, but nevertheless we shall push forth and have her explain to us why she has fallen in love with a boy. Perhaps this boy is her new romantic partner or perhaps the boy is just a celebrity whom she will never personally know, yet whom she will love from the confines of her own home. Either scenario is sufficient for the question we will pose to her: Why do you love this boy?

Cupid: Fuck you, Socrates, tehehe! She won’t know—she can’t possibly know that I shot her with my arrow. It’s magic! 

Socrates: You are right, and I will therefore rephrase. Instead, we will ask her of the affects she has experienced from her newfound love.

Cupid: That’s better!

Socrates: What say she? As she perks up from the chance to talk of her love and her cheeks begin to glow, with brimming excitement will she not go on about how her man has made her feel special, has brought her out of her shell, and has allowed her to find meaning, an escape from her loneliness?

Cupid: She will, and I’ll shoot her with a thousand more arrows!

Socrates: And thus, for her, love is the esoteric sensation that causes her to withdraw from her shell of isolation, to integrate with another human and learn from his experiences. Hence, for her, love is growth. Finally, suppose we were to ask an old, rich man, who has come to experience all of the luxuries and freedom of financial well-being, what purpose love has brought upon him now. He will say that his love for a woman whom he has recently met—an aspiring model with nineteen years of age—has suppressed his boredom and has brought upon him a resurgence of the passion he once felt as a child. With delight, he will marry the young bride, and once the girl has reached the boring age of twenty-two, he will gladly cede to her half of his fortune in order that they should depart one another in divorce, for he has found a new love, freshly nineteen, who has again rekindled his passion and who he shall now marry.

Cupid: Tehehe, that’s the California Sunrise at work! You know my strains very well! 

Socrates: But do you see what has happened, dear Cupid: We have asked several people the question of what is love, and each has provided us with a different, though equally suffice, response.

Cupid: And suppose we were to ask Socrates? Tehe.

(…To be continued…)

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  • Environment: so we need more space for animals...
  • Biologists: bridges.
  • Environment: wat
  • Biologists: big bridges.
  • Environment: that's not going to work.
  • Biologists: bridges. Clumps of land.
  • Environment: where are you going to get these land clumps?
  • Biologists: FROM THE CLUMP GODS.
  • Environment: ...clump gods?
  • Biologists: ALL HAIL THE LAND CLUMP BRIDGE GODS
  • Environment: BIOLOGISTS PLS
  • biologists: BRIDGES EVERYWHERE
  • environment: CHILL
  • biologists: *explode*
  • Interviewer: So what makes you qualified for this position?
  • Me: Anti-SJW, Anti-feminism, Anti-cultural isolation. Pro fucking logic. Send me your hate, its the only thing that gets me up in the morning. I’m pretty much here solely to debate/prove people wrong. So if you think you can pull one over on me, think your sociology degree has taught you more about biology than biologists? Think you can prove god is real? Think you’ll be the first person to actually offend me? Give it your best shot. We can do it civilly, or start a flame war, I fuck with either one.

A misinterpretation of Taureans are that we are “natural hippies”. That we carelessly bask in the warm breeze, under the trees, that we enjoy warm food indoors while it’s raining.

But we are actually very calculated, we see the order in chaos. We’re more “natural biologists”. We enjoy the Universe because we meticulously pick at things, admiring fields of green but keeping an eye out for four leaf clovers, sticking our tongues out during a sprinkle to see when a raindrop will finally land on our tongues, matching the beat of our footsteps to the sounds around us. We subconsciously are, “Everything happens for a reason.” It’s probably because Taurus succeeds the intelligent and headstrong Aries in the astrological cycle that in comparison we aren’t so smart, but in reality, Arians are just incredibly genius, and Taureans don’t really mind if people think they’re dumb.