One
of my Dad’s minor fantasies was “The Journal of Real and Conceptual
Tartigradology,” which, it was envisioned, might serve as upstart
competition for the “Journal of Irreproducible Results,” then a comic
fad among certain scientists and notorious for its tantalizing flatworm
research.
Nor would the proceedings restrict themselves entirely to “Der Kleiner Wasserbar,” cute though he is:
Instead,
through some elegant thought experiments involving this little fellow
we would foster a renaissance in experimental design. Meanwhile, our
minions, hardened into their spore stages by harsh upper atmospheric
conditions would wait for the call.
Tartigrades are indeed remarkable creatures, Rebecca’s blog from which the image comes says it well:
http://biologicalbeachcombing.blogspot.com/2012/01/tribute-to-tardigrade.html
I
think it was the tardigrade’s compact form-factor and absolute
resemblance to an animal that fired Dad’s imagination to employ them as
an experimental subjects. Drosophila are so dirty, the lab always
stinking of fermented banana paste, white rats present their own set of
problems.
Today
at “Cal Day” on the UC Berkeley Campus, I saw the quarry in person for
the first time, a colossal boar, immobilized on a microscope slide in a
smear of saline solution, without the dramatic ruddy armor plates seen
above, but otherwise the same chitinous yellow coloration. Suddenly it
wriggled and completely resembled an eight legged dog. How ever could
we have imagined mistreating it, even for scientific purposes...
The blog version of Give Blood Magazine, est. 1972
Is it me, or is it my vision?
- skaar
- My first memory is of losing my glasses. Had they not been found, folded carefully on the top edge of the sea wall, where would we be today?
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