Lessons Codified by History,
(or at least by the History Posters) c/o Jean Futrell #ASMS2023
Kinda delighted that the produce matrices most prone to pesticide retention are referred to as “The Dirty Dozen”.
(i.e.
¹strawberry
²spinach
³kale
⁴nectarines
⁵apples
⁶grapes
⁷cherries
⁸peaches
⁹pears
¹°tomatoes
¹¹celery
¹²potatoes)
Who’s the Borgnine?
#ASMS2023 Learnings
Visiting Fred McLafferty’s ‘Giants of MS poster’ with @yingge2121 in the History section by registration!
(Here at #ASMS2023 all week!)
Watching her introduce her students and postdocs to their academic grandfather was charming.
My feeling that not enough people use Thompsons as the units for m/z ratios, I wonder if being more commonly used would steal some of its delight induction power.
(I’m sure there’s a balance.)
In an auspicious harbinger of #ASMS2023, on my way outta a customer site this afternoon to go to the airport I saw a copy of “Interpretation of Mass Spectra” on a free book pile (…consequently I have ANOTHER one).
(Maybe I’ll fix up the binding and leave it by history posters!)
(Repost)
A post poster posting post.
🦬🦬 🦬🦬🦬🦬🦬 🦬.
(¹³⁷City, ²⁴⁸🦬, ⁵⁶verb)
Replying to @the_ion_doctor
It didn’t make it to the shared draft, but I almost just sent out a poster titled “I Hᴇᴀʀᴅ Yᴏᴜ Lɪᴋᴇᴅ Pᴏsᴛᴇʀs Sᴏ I Mᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ Pᴏsᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ Yᴏᴜʀ Pᴏsᴛᴇʀs”.
When the two dogs inside you work together to yield a goofy delight, is that not truly the best case scenario?
(I appreciate the planning involved with a certain kind of practical prestidigitation.)
(Every-time it is like a Gene Parmesan reveal in its being unnecessary but perfect in deployment.)
youtu.be/1ZMNujDjGD4
the only thing better than being in ones home lab after midnight is being in an away lab after midnight.
Processing some metadata on an old boss for a poster and he had a publication rate of ~1/month the year I was born.
Just...hoo.
He had an anecdote about Djerassi abandoning him during a visit to go write because “he wrote a paper every Thursday” and I thought “Maybe hyperbole.”
I was so excited to have thought I troubleshot a problem I thought I caused through a boneheaded mistake of calling 2 minutes 200 seconds in a script.
Alas: I had indeed written 120.
Though I can see that maybe it is unduly adversarial, the part of me that has begun understanding that each meeting is a battle recognizes the low notice early morning meeting popping onto my calendar kind of out of the blue as the sneak attack that it is.
“The only enzymatic digests I like starting on the weekend usually happen in my tummy,” is a thing I just heard someone say aloud.
As part of software product ownership, I just had to write a help section for a module of the software I was technically also on the hook for overhauling after some customer insight feedback; which meant step zero was the overhaul.
SURPRISE: BONUS WORK!
There is a picture of Nobel Laureate Ahmed Zewail at Strada [it was for a time the nicest coffee near but not too near the chemistry department, so useful for meetings] in his autobiography and I had borrowed it from my dad while on a boat on the Nile and I was suddenly like:
I believe the descriptor for the face my colleague made watching me casually but quickly root around barehanded in a box full of classy dry ice pellets for an incoming sample would be “horrified”.
(Ya’ gotta get in and get out, it’s not like I was grasping anything too tightly.)
I had an old boss who used to say, “you can fall in love with your hypotheses, but never marry them”.
I don’t think he meant marry them like “marrying ketchup bottles” so much as “don’t get too attached”.
It comes to mind.
Same boss (very quotable though often neglected in discussions of pedigree despite being a superstar) used to say, “You can maintain backup plans, but always proceed with the assumption that things are gonna work out.”
(I think it came out trying to correct for my uncertainty.)




