Testing Out Theories

jtotheizzoe:

I found my son’s killer.

It took three years.

But we did it.

I should clarify one point: my son is very much alive.

Yet, my wife Cristina and I have been found responsible for his death.

That’s how Matt Might (of The Illustrated Guide to a Ph.D. fame) introduces us to his heart-wrenching tale of a sick child. Months of research, dozens of doctors’ visits and no answers found … only more questions. Time was, and is, running out for their son. 

So they decided to go beyond the cutting edge, and have their genomes sequenced (the parts that encode proteins, anyway). Their son is patient zero of a never-before seen disorder, and the knowledge to save his life lies just beyond our reach.

It’s a must-read, and a reminder of why we toil in labs across the world: To move that line a bit farther out, and help people like Matt and his son.

If you’d like to help support this work, Matt is selling printed copies of his famous Illustrated Guide to a Ph.D. with proceeds going to research to benefit genetic disorders.

systemofadowny:

autumnbones:

this photograph intrigues me so much! why isn’t this the most famous photo from 9/11 instead of the falling man? isn’t 2 people holding hands after jumping more significant than 1 man? it makes me wonder what the story is behind this photo, were they friends or lovers? or just strangers who were too scared to jump alone? it shows that people need a helping hand even in their final moments, i love it.

Fucking reblog today; tomorrow. Any day I see it on my dash. Beautiful. I for one think they were strangers. Sometimes it’s easier to care for a stranger, how else would they have found the courage to not only jump, but to look into someone’s eyes and jump. I don’t think I could have done that if I knew the person well.

that’s a powerful photo 

(via fuckendometriosis)

jtotheizzoe:

myampgoesto11:

Science poster designs by Zesar Leon: Society 6/ Behance

You can definitely find me in the future.

(via cosmicfriendsforever)

fuckyeahfeminists:

Underwater sculpture, in Grenada, in honor of our African ancestors thrown overboard.

beautiful

haylebopp:

Milwaukee also held The Safe House, which too involved some level of finding. 

Apparently the Safe House used to be a speakeasy back in the day. Now it’s a completely excellent spy-themed bar and restaurant.  

It doesn’t have any signs and you basically have to take a guess at whether it’s the right door or not. After you’ve shown yourself up the stairs, you enter into a small room full of spy related thingybobs. There is a phone-operator’s device with a gajillion buttons and no instruction. There are photos of political leaders and a bookcase and some cameras. 

But still no instructions on how to get into the bar. 

We were there in the afternoon, but apparently in the evening there’s a concierge who slides open a panel and asks for the password. If you don’t know the password, they make you do something ridiculous and the cameras broadcast it into the bar. 

Knowing that everyone in the bar is watching you trying to figure out how the hell to get in really puts the pressure on. 

We got in. Eventually (Spoiler alert: you pull one of the many levers and the bookshelf swings open like magic). 

When you leave, you find a phone booth that’s just off one of the corridors. A mysterious voice on the end of the line tells you a code. Entering the code into the phone opens a sliding panel in the door behind you so you can creep out of a passage through the basement. 

If you’re in Milwaukee (and you can find it), I highly recommend The Safe House. 

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storeboughtwords:

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(via cosmicfriendsforever)

warrenpeas:

moriartyvasnormandy:

Cumberbatch said:

Well, what else can you say about the man? He’s fond of red wine, he doesn’t really know who the Beatles were. He’s a loving— and non-mysogynist— husband to the equally brilliant but far more beautiful wife Sue Vertue.

Shocked and appalled to be honest. It might be difficult to see about your friends, but really, he should not be wading in on this.