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Tiny Diva’s Shoe of the Week

She is one stylish little diva…

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Boobs and Science

Thank you to everyone who expressed such kind wishes on my last post.  These last couple of weeks have not been trivial for everyone’s favorite domestic and laboratory diva.  I am pretty close to Grandmom Isis and the thought of not having a Grandmom Isis is pretty heartbreaking.  As many of my science sisters and brothers know, it’s also easy to feel helpless when you’re so far away from your family.  Science sort of imposes a diaspora, forcing many of us to live far from our families to find work.  That makes things like this even more challenging to deal with. 

Grandmom Isis ended up having a mastectomy yesterday and seems to be in pretty good spirits.  Most importantly, her discomfort seems to be pretty tolerable.  She spent the night in the hospital and they are going to make sure she can get up and walk and move around on her own before sending her home.  I am pretty thankful for all of that.  I am also thankful for the people who took care of her.   My role in all of this, other than being an occasional sounding board, has been to provide the hilarity.  Grandmom Isis is a big fan of hilarity and feigned offense.  For example, this is the last conversation that we had before her surgery:

Grandmom Isis: ….and then I saw the reconstructive surgeon.  I don’t know why they sent that guy in.  I am 76 years old.  What use do I have for my boobs anymore?  I told him to just cut them off.

Isis the Scientist:  How do the surgeons know that you’re not still getting motorboated?  Wouldn’t it have been age-ist of them to assume that a 76 year old woman doesn’t still like to have her nipples played with?

Grandmom Isis:  ISIS!!!!!! (feigned offense)

So, it looks like the horizon is bright for Grandmom Isis.  I have a days worth of science to catch up on and then I will be bafck to your letters.  Thanks to all of you who have been patiently waiting for my reply.  And, for those of you who are considering attending the Experimental Biology meeting in San Diego this year, Isis the Scientist is now slated as an official, confirmed presenter at the Saturday symposium titled “Using Social Media to Communicate About Physiology and You.”  You can follow the APS Trainees Facebook page for more information. I look forward to the opportunity to see many of you and if you are an undergraduate student, high school student, or high school teacher, your registration to attend is free.  I can only warn you that the symposium doesn’t begin until 3pm.  That is way after the start of scotch o’clock.

Isis Updates

I’m sorry to have been away from you, darlings. There have been some shenanigans this week. Por ejemplo, Grandmother Isis has cancer. That’s been less than hilarious. But, I’ll be back with you. Several of you have sent me emails over the last month or so. I’ll get to them. Once the non-hilarity is dealt with.

Hey Funding Agencies, Stop Scamming My Shit!

I have to be honest, I feel a little funny writing about the funding game, and what-not.  It’s not really my thing.  My thing is shoes and jams and hilarious science mommy stories.  But the truth is, although I don’t blog about it often, I spend some part of my time thinking about grants and what-not.  Recently I have gotten myself into a situation that has raised my ire.

The NIH still provides the meat and potatoes funding of our humble little group, but its cute to have additional side dish funding from private agencies and foundations.  Very, very often, however, I see requests for proposal come across my desk that announce grants with money for supplies, but specifically noting that the funds cannot be used to fund personnel.  I feel torn about applying for them.  It would be really nice to have the additional money for supplies, but how does one pay for the labor?  Especially when they are a small group or early in their career?

And I am not talking about cute little internal pilot awards of $10K here and $25K there.  I’m talking about national awards from places like the American [Insert Disease Name] Association or the National Council on [Insert Disease Name].  Today I received a request for proposal for an award that offers $100K+ for three years that specifically says:

These grants do not cover the recipient’s or other faculty salaries, but do provide salary support for technical help.

At least this one allows salary support for lab personnel, but how exactly is the PI supposed to fund their time? Surely a PI is not contributing 0% effort for 0% salary, so where else is the salary funding coming from?  Presumably from a department who generously lets said faculty member out of duties to administer a program that pays no salary support?  But, if you’re soft money faculty, forget about it.    It’s like having toilet paper that you can’t even use to wipe your own ass.  Only the asses of those around you.

This has especially raised my ire lately because I have found myself involved in a project that comes with no salary support for anyone involved.  I justify it to myself because my salary is covered elsewhere and my time sufficiently allocated for research for the duration of the project and the data should translate into some cute little papers, but I frequently think about what it would be like if the situation were different.

It’s a huge scam to not offer salary support because it means that someone else – another department or another funding agency (dare we discuss the ethics of that) foots the bill in part for the completion of a project.  Funding a project without entirely funding the labor is bullshittery at its finest.

It’s shady behavior and I suspect that funding agencies think it means that they are funding more project than they could if they also had to fund salaries.  But, it’s shady.  Damn, damn shady.

Wednesday Afternoon Ass Shaking Jam

This song showed up recently on the Pandora station I use when I am running.  It is responsible for more than one pulled gluteal muscle as I attempt to run with swagga…

And don’t think for a second that it hasn’t been Hammer Time more than once recently in La Oficina de Isis…