Zuul crurivastator. It means Zuul, destroyer of shins.
Yes, it was named after the demon in Ghostbusters. It’s also an ankylosaur with a tail club, which is where the species name comes from.
Zuul crurivastator. It means Zuul, destroyer of shins.
Yes, it was named after the demon in Ghostbusters. It’s also an ankylosaur with a tail club, which is where the species name comes from.
I’m all done with classes! But I still have a full schedule. Here’s my day:
Walk down to the gym, put in a half hour or so.
Walk to the coffee shop, plunk my butt down and drink a cup.
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Go home and pass out.
It is a good plan. It is the best plan.
So…when the giant meteor strikes, how will you die? There’s actually a study of potential deaths in an asteroid impact. I guess it shouldn’t surprise anyone, but the odds of being instantly disintegrated because you are replaced by a crater are very low; the most likely cause of death is from violent winds and the shock wave. Your house, for instance, will be shattered and you’ll just be one more piece of debris flung outwards amidst a tumbling mass of jagged shards of wood and metal and stone.
This study only analyzed short-term consequences, though. I suspect that even more deaths would follow from exposure and starvation and disease and roving feral gangs of Trumplicans.
Trump just fired the FBI director, James Comey. This sounds strangely familiar.
Comey was a ratfucker, and deserved to be fired…but Trump doing it, as the investigation into his ratfuckery grows, is the action of a dictator.
In my view of reality in America, Muslims, immigrants, blacks, gays & lesbians, and trans people are discriminated against. In the minds of Republicans, there is relatively little discrimination against those people, and the real problem is the oppression of…white people and Christians?
Republicans are sick.
When I first heard about Homo naledi, the question at the top of my head was “How old is it?” It was a hominin, it looked fairly primitive with a small brain the size of a gorilla’s, yet it was found in a mass “grave”, where part of the mystery was how so many dead hominins ended up in this difficult-to-reach, hidden cave system in South Africa. The authors didn’t report a date. Speculation ran from 3 million years old to 300 thousand years old, both dates seeming extreme and unlikely.
Now we have a date: between 236,000 and 335,000 years old. Astonishing.
That’s really young. Furthermore, they’ve found another chamber in the cave network with even more bones.
All indications are that this was a thriving population of little, primitive people.
The bones, remarkably, show few signs of disease or stress from poor development, suggesting that Homo naledi may have been the dominant species in the area at the time. “They are the healthiest dead things you’ll ever see,” said Berger.
Homo naledi stood about 150cm tall fully grown and weighed about 45kg. But it is extraordinary for its mixture of ancient and modern features. It has a small brain and curved fingers that are well-adapted for climbing, but the wrists, hands, legs and feet are more like those found on Neanderthals or modern humans. If the dating is accurate, Homo naledi may have emerged in Africa about two million years ago but held on to some of its more ancient features even as modern humans evolved.
It’s still a mystery how all these bones ended up in the caves. These don’t seem to be ceremonial burials, it’s more like they were chucking their dead down some hole to drop them in a deep cave.
Let me tell you about this miserable year I had in grad school. Judith Eisen and I had figured out that there was this repeating pattern of spinal motoneurons in zebrafish — this was special because it meant that we had a new set of identified neurons, cells that we could name and recognize and come back to in fish after fish, and that had specific locations and targets. I had flippantly suggested that we name them Primary Zebrafish Motoneurons (PZM cells, get it?), but a colleague, Walt Metcalfe, talked me down from that bit of vanity — it is so 19th century to name a cell after yourself, even indirectly — and I came up with the rather more mundane names of CaP, MiP, and RoP, for caudal, middle, and rostral primary motoneurons, for their location within each segment. So yay, interesting result, and it fit well within the overarching project I was working on for my thesis, which was on the development of connectivity in the spinal cord.
Specifically, I was looking at how another famously named neuron, the Mauthner cell, grew an axon down the length of the spinal cord and hooked up to the motor neurons there. Mauthner is a command neuron; when it fires, it sends a signal to one side of the spinal cord, triggering the motoneurons on that side to make all the muscles contract — the fish bends vigorously and quickly to one side as part of an escape response. Finding out that our one named cell, Mauthner, was making synapses on another set of named cells, our primary motoneurons, was an opportunity to look at connectivity in an even more detailed way.
But then my committee asked a really annoying question: how do you know Mauthner is making synapses on CaP? Have you looked? Thus began my miserable year. I said no, but how hard can it be? I’ll just make a few ultrathin sections, look at them in the transmission electron microscope, snap a few pictures, and presto, mission accomplished. Except, of course, I hadn’t done EM work before. Our EM tech, Eric Shabtach, made it look easy.
So I started learning how to fix and section zebrafish embryos for EM. It turns out that was non-trivial. I was working with nasty chemicals, cocktails of paraformaldehyde, glutaraldehyde, and acetaldehyde, which all had to be just right or you’d end up with tissue blown up full of holes. I had to postfix with osmium tetroxide, with all the fun warnings about how just the fumes can fix your corneas. And then I had to master using an ultramicrotome and making glass knives, and cutting those fish just right. There were times I’d get the fixation perfect and then find I’d screwed up on the sectioning, and produced a lot of crap as the knife chattered across the section, or there was a bit of a nick in the blade that gouged furrows across every one. And then the way we got these extremely thin slices into the scope was to scoop them up on these delicate copper grids, and of course every time you were closing in on the synapse you wanted, that section would have the most interesting part fall right on an opaque copper grid wire. Or you’d find that that was the section you lost.
It takes a lot of skill and practice to do electron microscopy well, and it also takes a little luck, at least in the old days, to find the one thing you were looking for. I failed. I struggled for about a year, going in every day and prepping samples and spending hours slicing away at tiny dead embryos imbedded in epoxy, before finally giving up and deciding I needed to do stuff that was more immediately successful, because I needed to do this graduation thing.
I still kind of cringe remembering that long fruitless year, but now I can ease my conscience by just telling myself the technology wasn’t yet ready. Here’s a cool new paper, Whole-Brain Serial-Section Electron Microscopy In Larval Zebrafish. They’ve automated the process. Just look at this goddamn machine, it’s beautiful:

Serial sectioning and ultrathin section library assembly for a 5.5dpf larval zebrafish. a, Serial sections of resin-embedded samples were picked up with an automated tape-collecting ultramicrotome modified for compatibility with larger reels containing enough tape to accommodate tens of thousands of sections. b–c, Direct-to-tape sectioning resulted in consistent section spacing and orientation. Just as a section left the diamond knife (blue), it was caught by the tape. d, After serial sectioning, the tape was divided onto silicon wafers that functioned as a stage in a scanning electron microscope and formed an ultrathin section library. For a series containing all of a 5.5dpf larval zebrafish brain, ~68m of tape was divided onto 80 wafers (with ~227 sections per wafer). e, Wafer images were used as a coarse guide for targeting electron microscopic imaging. Fiducial markers (copper circles) further provided a reference for a perwafer coordinate system, enabling storage of the position associated with each section and, thus, multiple rounds of re-imaging at varying resolutions as needed. f, Low-resolution overview micrographs (758.8×758.8×60nm3 vx –1) were acquired for each section to ascertain sectioning reliability and determine the extents of the ultrathin section library. Scale boxes: a, 5×5×5cm3 ; b, 1×1×1cm3 ; c, 1×1×1mm3 . Scale bars: e, 1cm; f, 250µm.
Then they scanned in all those tidily organized thin sections into the computer for reconstruction. I am impressed.
We next selected sub-regions within this imaging volume to capture areas of interest at higher resolutions using multi-scale imaging. We first performed nearly isotropic EM imaging by setting lateral resolution to match section thickness over the anterior-most 16000 sections. All cells are labelled in ssEM, so this volume offers a dense picture of the fine anatomy across the anterior quarter of the larval zebrafish including brain, sensory organs (e.g., eyes, ears, and olfactory pits), and other tissues. Furthermore, this resolution of 56.4×56.4×60nm3/vx is ~500× greater than that afforded by diffraction-limited light microscopy. The imaged volume spanned 2.28×108 µm3 , consisted of 1.12×1012 voxels, and occupied 2.4 terabytes (TB). In this data, one can reliably identify cell nuclei and track large calibre myelinated axons. To further resolve densely packed neuronal structures, a third round of imaging at 18.8×18.8×60nm3/vx was performed to generate a high-resolution atlas specifically of the brain. The resulting image volume spanned 12546 sections, contained a volume of 5.49×107 µm3 , consisted of 2.36×1012 voxels, and occupied 4.9TB. Additional acquisition at higher magnifications was used to further inspect regions of interest, to resolve finer axons and dendrites, and to identify synaptic connections between neurons.
Thirty five years ago we were storing most of our image data on VHS tape, and our computers all used floppies with about 100K capacity. I wonder how many floppies we would have needed to store all that? Oh, I did get my very first hard drive about the time I graduated, which held five million bytes. I was very proud.
I was wondering if they actually had the EM section demonstrating the Mauthner-to-CaP synapse. Probably. Now it’s such a minor issue that has already been shown elsewhere and with multiple techniques that it isn’t even mentioned. It’s in their data set, though, I’m sure. They’ve reconstructed the entire axon arbor of CaP in serial EM sections.

The position of a caudal primary (CaP) motor neuron in the spinal cord and its innervation of myotome 6 projected onto a reslice through ~2200 serial sections.
2200 sections! I spent a year on that project and probably got half that number. I don’t know whether to cry or steal the data, invent a time machine, and go back and hand myself a photo at the start of that year.
They’re all British grifters, notable incompetents in their own country who came to America to exploit the cachet of an otherwise useless accent. These are people so stupid and obnoxious that people were mocking them ceaselessly at home, so they came to a country where gullible people think a British accent makes you sound intelligent. It’s a really familiar con, too.
So prevalent is the British mountebank in America that it has long been a literary trope. Perhaps the earliest specimens of the genre were the King and Duke from Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn. Claiming to be disinherited British royalty, these two “rapscallions” swindle their way across the Midwest, conning gullible, small-town Americans with their schemes. A century later, F. Scott Fitzgerald described the type in The Great Gatsby. “I was immediately struck by the number of young Englishmen dotted about,” Nick Carraway observes while in attendance at one of Jay Gatsby’s magnificent parties. “All well-dressed, all looking a little hungry, and all talking in low, earnest voices to solid and prosperous Americans. I was sure that they were selling something…They were at least agonizingly aware of the easy money in the vicinity and convinced that it was theirs for a few words in the right key.”
It’s too bad it doesn’t also work the other way. I think the impression an American accent leaves in the UK is that one is crass and loud and vulgar, which doesn’t help leave a good impression at all. If you’re going to try and dump Piers Morgan on us, it would only be fair if we could send you a Bill Maher, you know.
So perfect. An artist is going to float 4 helium-filled pigs over the Trump logo in Chicago. Thank you, Pink Floyd. Roger Waters must be prescient — they released the Animals album 30 years ago. I guess they saw Trump coming.
If you don’t remember the lyrics…
Big man, pig man
Ha, ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel
Ha, ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You’re nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying ‘Keep on digging’
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find
Down in the pig mine?
You’re nearly a laugh
You’re nearly a laugh
But you’re really a cry
John Oliver wants you to help defend net neutrality.
In case you didn’t want to watch all that, it’s easy.
Done!
