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September 3, 2010

Things are finally returning back to normal. I’m back in NYC (indefinitely) and have finally begun to conquer my jet-lag (I slept a full 8 hours last night!), and classes start again on Tuesday, which I’m so excited about. I spent the other morning helping Dustin move into the new laboratory where I’ll be spending lots of time this fall, in between processing all that soil with Krista McGuire. Here is more about Dustin’s lab:

http://www.columbia.edu/~dr2497/HOME.html

And I turn 31 tomorrow! The first year of my 30’s was definitely one of the best of my life, I’m sad to see it end. I have a lot of goals for this coming year though, and one of them is to be able to explain microbiology as intelligently and thoroughly as this Caltech grad student, Jeffrey Marlow. I’ve become a bit enamored with him after following the blog he’s been keeping for the NY Times, where he’s been discussing his summer research studying microbes in the deep sea methane vents at Hydrate Ridge–my dream job! I reprinted my favorite report of his below. Hope you enjoy!

Also, here is the original article if the formatting on my blog is too annoying to read:

http://scientistatwork.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/09/03/readers-questions-on-deep-ocean-biology/

xH

September 3, 2010, 11:38 AM

Readers’ Questions on Deep-Ocean Biology

After a smooth cruise into San Diego, where Atlantis would be embarking on her next expedition, the science teams went their separate ways, cars brimming with cooler-packed samples. We’ve had a couple of weeks to sort things out (a process which involved many brushes with frostbite, as samples were carefully arranged in freezers set at minus 80 degrees Celsius), and we are continuing to design and conduct experiments to tease out the secrets of the Hydrate Ridge ecosystem.

For my part, it’s been an honor to participate in this exciting expedition and share my experiences with you. I appreciate all of your encouraging comments and insightful questions, and hopefully the strange, fascinating world of deep-ocean biology has sparked a Google search or two. Understanding our oceans is critical in this age of global environmental change, and we’re really just beginning that journey.

And with that, I’d like to address a few of the science-based questions that came up in the comments.

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Fascinating life-forms, these creatures that do not need sun. Apparently, quite a few have been discovered during the last decades and their adaptability to various sources of “life energy” is remarkable.

Do they have something in common? That is, the lowest part of the chain that actually creates organic material (proteins?) from inorganic sources. How did they evolve? Do they have relatives, close or distant, in the world outside the darkness?
— Ladislav Nemec, Big Bear, Calif.

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It’s true: the range of ways for microbes to make a living is impressive. Organisms can be classified by the source of their biomass (how they take atoms and molecules from the environment and turn them into cell stuff) and the source of their energy. Some microbes at the bottom of the ocean get energy from chemicals in their environments, while the grass in your front yard taps into the sun. As long as you can find two chemicals or minerals that can transfer an electron between them, you’ve got an energy source, a microscopic battery of sorts. This process is called chemosynthesis, and a lot of different microbes can do it, microbes living in rocks and soils all over the world. There’s a huge microbial biosphere hidden beneath the surface of the earth – possibly comparable in biomass to the plant life we can see on the surface.

The question of evolution is tricky. We generally approach evolutionary relationships by sequencing a particular gene of various organisms (e.g. the 16S rRNA — one of the genes that makes ribosomal RNA, for those of you keeping score) and seeing how closely related the sequences are. If they’re very similar, the organisms probably evolved around the same time; if they’re really different, then they don’t have much in common. (This trend was first observed by Carl Woese, and is explained at length in his 1987 paper “Bacterial Evolution,” which was published in Microbiology and Molecular Biology Reviews.)

No one really knows how archaea and bacteria evolved, but the cool thing about a lot of these chemolithoautotrophs, including methane-producing and sulfur-respiring micro-organisms, is that they appear very close to the “root” of the tree of life. So it seems pretty likely that life on earth got a toehold via chemolithoautotrophy, not by harvesting solar energy.

Microbes are finely tuned to inhabit specific chemical or physical niches where they’ve got an advantage. For example, if there’s a lot of sulfate in a given patch of mud, pretty soon an organism will show up that can use that sulfate to its advantage. Just about anywhere on earth where similar chemical or physical constraints/opportunities exist, related micro-organisms will pounce. Thus, the high-temperature-loving microbes that swarm around deep-sea hydrothermal vents are often genetically and metabolically similar to the microbes in the hot springs of Yellowstone. By the same token, the methane-eating archaea and bacteria we find at the cold seeps of Hydrate Ridge are similar to methane-eating microbes found in shallow organic-rich anoxic environments like salt marsh sediments, up here on the surface.

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Doesn’t the methane on the ridge come from layers of deeply buried organic material, just like other oil and gas deposits? If so, wouldn’t it be more correct to say that the life forms that live on it are still dependent on energy from the sun, just not its direct rays of light? Oil and gas deposits are products of solar energy stored for millions of years.
— JB, California

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JB brings up a good point, something that a number of readers pointed out. Natural gas, composed largely of methane, is generally found in huge reservoirs beneath the earth’s surface, derived from a combination of heat and microbial reworking of organic goo produced by photosynthesis in the sunlit ocean waters. However, there are a few other ways to make methane. Methane-producing archaea (methanogens) are a type of chemolithotroph that can use carbon dioxide and hydrogen to make methane without ever seeing the sun. In fact, this process is continually happening in much of the rock at the bottom of the ocean, building up methane stocks within sediments or rocks. As seafloor rock slips beneath a continental tectonic plate, organic matter that has fallen from higher in the water column is cooked and broken down into methane and other organic molecules. This methane, as well as that produced by methanogens, is squeezed out of the rock and percolates up toward the seafloor. In other words, the methane comes from a combination of sources, some of which were ultimately sun-based and some of which weren’t.

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As I read your article, I found myself wondering about the changes your samples must undergo as they transition from enormous deep-sea pressures to 1 atmosphere when they are brought to the surface. How does the physiognomy of these organisms change when they are brought out of the depths?
— Mfumbi, Los Angeles

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“… but deep-ocean organisms have evolved more stable cell membranes – strong enough to withstand extreme forces without snapping, but flexible enough to allow nutrients in and wastes out.”

Is this correct? Seems that it’s the pressure differential across membranes that is critical; not the absolute pressure. The deep-sea creatures would have a problem only if they move to a different depth quickly — which would cause a pressure imbalance between internal and external pressures.
— jimvj, California

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It’s certainly true that you need pressures across a membrane to be similar, but the absolute pressure also plays a role, testing the mechanical strength of a membrane. Think of it like the cell membrane being crushed between two walls, Indiana Jones-style: without strength conferred by branching lipid molecules, the membranes would crumple. The extreme pressure can actually be a good thing for organisms seeking certain dissolved gases. For example, our methane oxidizing archaea benefit from the pressure because methane is more soluble at such depths compared with surface waters. When we bring these organisms up from the deep, there’s no disadvantage to having strong membranes. It may be unnecessary — a needless extra input of energy to build fancy membranes — but it doesn’t impair transport of food and wastes.

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I’m wondering how these sites are even found in the first place. Did Alvin drive around the seafloor and just happen to get lucky? How frequent are sites like Hydrate Ridge?
— Paul, Seattle

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Analogous to the revolutionary discovery of hydrothermal vents in the late ’70s, methane-driven ‘cold’ seeps were found mostly by accident. In 1983, an Alvin crew was examining large underwater cliffs and landslides off the west coast of Florida when they discovered tube worms and mussels — dead giveaways for the presence of energetic fluids and an active, sulfide-producing microbial community. Other discoveries of cold seeps came about from bottom trawls that brought clams up from the deep ocean and from photographs of the ocean floor taken by robotic submersibles. Once a few sites had been found, scientists began to notice geologic patterns that informed subsequent exploration. Today, dozens of these environments are known in subduction zones near Costa Rica; Monterey Bay, Calif.; Japan; Alaska and Antarctica.

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So how are the foram cages you left on the seabed located a year later? Sounds impossible, but obviously there is a reliable technique.
— Barry, California

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Finding samples left on the seafloor is all about documentation, documentation, documentation. The easiest way to locate something is with the GPS coordinates, depth and the sub’s heading. If you know where you were when you deployed an experiment and which direction you were facing, you should be able to find it. To make samples easier to see, we usually attach large and/or brightly colored floats or markers that stick up above the seafloor. During my dive, I was surprised by how many experiments are down there — experiments from other expeditions that are seeking answers to very different questions. If for some reason you’re missing the coordinates of a given sample, you can always go back to the video. The sub itself has several video cameras running at all times throughout each dive, looking at different angles at the sub’s surroundings. By seeing when in the dive the sample was deployed, you can work backward or forward with some good old-fashioned dead reckoning to find it.

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CALCULATORS AND RULERS

August 10, 2010

I’m afraid I’ll never be a one-science kind of woman. After packing up about 50 pounds of fresh, stinking jungle soil into a suitcase and drinking my last cup of “Kopi O” (this saccharine syrup that passes for coffee in the tropics), rather than longing to look back into the resplendent rainforest, I have a terrible longing instead to look up. I miss the stars. Maybe it’s just human nature to desire the opposite of whatever you currently have, and what could be more opposed to the hot bright forest than the cold dark skies? I want to spend a whole night just looking up, and be awed by the terrible nothingness in there and the hope of a somethingness…these past few weeks I’ve been visually exhausted by the jungle, and the way it seems to flaunt its biodiversity like an heiress in a multi-jeweled ballgown. Be gone, ye strumpet forest!
Just in time to grant my wish, this evening the Perseids meteor shower commences its annual flight across our skies, peaking on the night of August 12th. Guests of honor include the beauties of the Summer Triangle (Vega, Deneb and Altair) as well as Mars, Venus, Mercury and Saturn. Add 50 dashing meteors per hour to that spectacle, and you’ve got quite a show, which is not exactly the austere kind of star-gazing I’ve been craving, but I look forward to being dazzled in a different way than I have been of late, and the Perseids rarely disappoint.
Every year I try to get front row seats, but I’ve been a city dweller for 13 years now so I’ve never found a satisfactory proximity to the action such as I enjoyed as a teenager at my parent’s house on the Jersey Shore. I used to wrap myself up in a blanket and lie on the sand all night long, staring into the skies until it seemed there was more whiteness than blackness, and naturally the best times were those spent alongside a fellow stargazer, who was often some cute surfer boy from down the street. Funny how you can spend your whole adulthood trying to recreate the kind of simple romance teenagers just have an effortless way of stumbling into. So feeling nostalgic for the life of that 16-year-old girl (as per usual) I’m going to spend my limited time back in NYC in search of dark skies somewhere. I suggest you do the same, ideally with someone you enjoy holding hands with.

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Getting My Hands Dirty Part Three

August 2, 2010

I don’t know if it’s the neurotic New Yorker in me, but I always tend to expect the worst. And when you always expect the worst, you’re often pleasantly surprised, so that’s one good thing about being a little crazy. So far, Borneo seems to exceed my expectations. I’m not sure why I was so skeptical—it might have been because for the past week we couldn’t get through to the field station and so we had no way of knowing where we were staying, or if there would be forest guides to keep us from getting lost in the forest, and according to our last field guide, there are more leeches in Borneo, and the mosquitoes all have malaria—any one of these things might have been reason enough for pessimism. But when we pulled up to the Lambir Hills Park station, and the staff assisted us with our heavy luggage up to “Chalet Number 3,” I was so relieved to see where we’d be spending the next week. We have a ridiculously spacious two bedroom apartment with clean, made beds and linens, a kitchen, a living room, and wonder of wonders, air conditioning, which is going to feel great at the end of the day when I’m coming home at night covered in dirt, sweat, and bites. I’m pretty excited about this place. The forest guide and transportation has yet to be figured out, but the assistant at the nearby laboratory is supposed to arrange everything for us.
We have a full week ahead of us, with a lot of work to do and barely enough time to do it all. Krista estimates that there are four types of soil in Lambir Hills spread throughout the 52-hectare plot, and we’ll be sampling from all of them, so that’s a lot of hiking. The forest is also masting right now, which happens only once every seven years, so Krista wants to collect Dipterocarp seeds by the hundreds for future experiments. We’re also down one researcher because Carling went home, so that will slow us down a bit too. Hopefully, I’ll be pleasantly surprised again because if we finish early, we’d like to do some sightseeing such as visiting a traditional longhouse or driving to the coast. Seems a shame to be in Southeast Asia and not visit one of its famous beaches before we leave.
It’s amazing how much you can get done in one day when there are no distractions and you start at 7am. When Krista finally got permission from the oil palm manager to take samples (how great is that?!) we were a little worried that there wouldn’t be enough time left to do it all, but we just worked hard and got it done. In order to compare the edge effects of the natural forest vs. oil palm plantation, we had to work up and over a six foot deep muddy ditch, and then machete our way through thorns and brambles 15 meters back into a forest that reminded me of the cursed one Prince Charming tackles his way through to get to Sleeping Beauty. Three-inch thorns on palms jutted out at us from all directions, snagging our backpacks and clothing, weird flies swarmed around us seemingly attracted to our sweat, Rosie got bitten by several spiders, and I nearly walked right into a deadly snake. Still, we got the soil samples we needed, and it was great.
Even though the work has been really difficult, the main emotion I’ve been feeling every day is intense gratitude. I still can’t even believe I’m here on the other side of the world with an extraordinary microbial ecologist who not only was good enough to take a chance on me, but also doesn’t roll her eyes when I ask her a million biology questions a day. And since I learn best in this kind of sink or swim environment, I know I’m actually going to leave this trip having learned something I never would have been able to in the classroom. The most important lesson so far is that I actually do enjoy fieldwork, and could see myself doing this for the rest of my life. As an Astrobiologist, I have a feeling that my fieldwork will end up skewing more towards marine rather than terrestrial biology, but who knows. There are extremophiles on land as well, and I’m getting pretty used to all this dirt.

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GETTING MY HANDS DIRTY, PART 2

July 27, 2010

I spent the majority of my few days in Kuala Lumpur feasting on Chinese, Indian, and Malaysian food, browsing the local craft markets, and jaywalking across pedestrian-hostile streets and highways. The layout reminded me of Singapore because on one hand, glaring beacons of modernity, like the sight of the Petronas Towers, shimmer in the rising heatwaves like two platinum exclamation marks above the city’s center, and on the other hand, there are lush tropical parks and gardens surrounding the bustling neighborhoods of Little India and Chinatown, which seem as though they’ve been the same for hundreds of years. It was oppressively hot, and then it rained, and then it was hot again. One day the other girls and I visited all 20.9 acres of the KL bird park, where we mainly saw peacocks and one emotionally disturbed ostrich. It was one of the more expensive attractions in KL, and not really worth the money. Cash was better spent at the craft fairs. We went to the Central Market and Kompleks Budaya Kraf. The Central Market was good for Indian textiles and clothes, (I bought a pair of linen pajama pants) and the Budaya Kraf was great for bags made from woven pandanus leaves. I heard that Batik fabric was the thing to get in Malaysia, but unfortunately, looking like you’ve stumbled into the crossfire of a paintball war seems to be the look that the batik manufactures are going for, so I didn’t buy any.

I spent most of my money on food, and most of my best meals were under $6. Standout meals were at Sri Devi in Brickfield’s, where I gorged on an unlimited amount of curries served on banana leaves with plentiful Raita and Mango pickle on the side, and at Yut Kee, one of the other research students and I shared “Chicken Chop”, mixed noodles, fried vegetables and roast pork at Yut Kee, a Malaysian coffeehouses dating back to 1928. The fried noodles were my favorite because they were drenched in a rich oyster sauce, and had bits of calamari and cabbage floating around in it. I paired it with the only beer I’ve had so far on this trip (Islam is the official religion of Malaysia), and it was a perfect lunch.
We stayed at the Reggae Guest House, a hostel in Chinatown that was clean, served coffee, and in the common area there was a TV perpetually broadcasting MTV. I may always associate Lady Gaga with Malaysia now. I haven’t stayed in many hostels, so I don’t have much to compare it to, but we’re not staying there when we return to KL on Saturday, so I don’t think I’d recommend it to any future travelers. The staff was consistently confused about the reservations, and made everything more complicated than it had to be. I was happy to leave.

On Monday, the 26th, Krista, three other student researchers and I left the Reggae Guest House and its hacky sack vibes towards greener pastures in Kepong, home of the Forest Research Institute of Malaysia (FRIM), where Krista picked up her research permits. From there we drove three hours to Pasoh. The first thing we did when we got there was have lunch, and to my delight, it one of the best and most memorable meals of my life. At a tiny restaurant whose kitchen suggested well below-par hygiene, I (safely) ate fragrant coconut rice with a fiery stewed eggplant, big chunks of sweet braised pumpkin, bitter sautéed greens, and a pungent duck egg curry. I don’t know how we didn’t all fall asleep at the table given the richness of the food and the insufferable heat of the tropics, but before we could luxuriously digest at our plastic picnic table, we were back on the road driving to the dorms where we’d be staying. I’ve never stayed in a research facility before, and I’m not much of a camper, so I was shocked when I saw the living conditions. There was a bucket for a shower, the one toilet didn’t flush, and an entire cabinet of natural curiosities had made their home beneath our beds and in the bathroom. The rooms looked like prison cells, and the thin foam mattresses seemed to function better as Petri dishes than bedding. I was admittedly horrified, but since the other students assured me that these conditions were perfectly normal, I reluctantly unpacked minimal belongings and then zipped my luggage back up for fear of creepy crawlies becoming stowaways. Afterwards, we walked into the nearby town for provisions like toilet paper and leech socks. I bought a passion fruit at the market, and never having tasted one before, fell in love with it and vowed to buy a hundred more. From there we drove to the entrance of the forest, where we went on a short hike in order to scope out the sampling plot. The other students and I had practically taken Deet showers, so mosquitoes weren’t a problem, but the leeches were impressive. Poor Carling had one attached to her thigh, and we didn’t even realize it until it detached (which they inevitably do once they’re engorged with blood), leaving a rapidly enlarging bloodstain on her pants. The tiny bite, about the size of a pinhead, bled for several hours due to the anticoagulants in the leech’s mouth. It wasn’t as painful as it was annoying and disgusting. When the leeched finally dropped out of her pants, Carling’s revenge came in the form of an alcohol wipe, which she doused the leech in, screaming all the while, “That was my blood!” The leech massacre left a nasty mess, but Carling bled through five Band-Aids so we all agreed the punishment was warranted.
Remarkably, I got out of the forest completely unscathed, with nary a leech or mosquito bite on me. After the hike we returned to town for dinner, I had fried noodles that were just okay, then we went back home, took our bucket showers and slept like the dead in our filthy cots.

The next day we woke up before the sun rose and the mosquitoes had a chance to swarm and headed back into the town for an early breakfast of coconut rice with sambal, sliced cucumbers, and eggs. After breakfast we geared up for our first day of actual fieldwork. I wore my long sleeved merino wool shirt tucked into my insecticide-laced zip off pants, hiking boots, long socks, and a hat with a mosquito net over it. Krista wore a tank top with long pants and Wellies. I felt a bit like a clown, but after standing around in the forest for hours obsessively brushing off spiders, leeches, and flies, and returning from the forest unbitten and un-leeched once again, I felt justified in wearing my neurotically chosen costume. I can’t say I really enjoyed being blinded by sweat while taking soil cores from carefully measured plots, but the questions Krista hopes to explore later on in the lab using the soil samples are interesting and useful enough to make a few hours of suffering a day seem worth it. Not that she’s suffering. I’ve never seen anyone so giddy about being in a tropical forest, she seems completely at home while the rest of us are itching and growling like babies. We took many soil samples, bagged and tagged them, then walked back to the dorms to eat lunch and take naps while Krista walked over to the oil palm plantation hoping to convince the owner to let her take samples there. She’s very concerned about the alarming proliferation of oil palms in the tropics. In Malaysia, farmers are permitted to clear thousands of acres of rainforest in order to make room for oil palms, which produce palm oil. Palm oil is used in cosmetics and food (check your products at home!), and is even being marketed as a potential bio fuel. The industry is really lucrative, but obviously devastating for diversity. After our first hike in the forest, we walked over to the oil palm side, and it was comparatively like being in the desert. The palm trees are short, so there is no canopy, so the sun bakes the land dry and therefore there is no undergrowth. It’s a bleak situation. Krista hopes to sample the microbial diversity in the palm oil soil, which she can then compare to the healthy forest. The more studies there are of how destructive palm are, the more awareness will be raised, and ideally, some rainforest could be saved. It’ll be interesting to see how persuasive Krista will be in getting the farmers to agree to it. More to follow!

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“all the news of home you read just gives you the blues”

June 10th, 2010

For anyone trying to navigate through the often confusing and contradictory media in search straightforward, scientific information about the oil spill, I recommend this blog by Dr. Samantha Joye:

http://gulfblog.uga.edu/

Below is a NASA satellite image of the oil spill.

Yesterday, Erika mentioned how being on tour in Europe while this is going on at home reminds her of the lyrics from Joni Mitchell’s “California”. I couldn’t agree more…

06-california

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ANYWHERE YOU LOOKED

February 4, 2010

Psychedelic fan videos made by goofy French teenagers have just made my day a whole lot brighter.


HOME MADE CLIP : Anywhere You Looked - Au Revoir Simone
by swannouh

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ORBITALS

February 2, 2010

More about homework…
I’ve been ransacking youtube looking for visualizations of some of the concepts I’ve been learning in class (I’m a visual learner! Go figure.) and I’ve been finding some pretty amazing stuff out there. This one is what I would expect Kraftwerk would make if they got into the science video business. It’s so good! I’ve been having fun dancing to it while also trying to figure out what the hell it means. Got a test on Monday.

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DAVID GALLO ON LIFE IN THE DEEP OCEANS

February 2, 2010

Just imagining getting to work on hydrothermal vents (around 5:30) one day is helping me to drudge through the mountain of homework I have today…

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SKY

January 28, 2010

After a scheduling fiasco involving my Biology lab, I’ve had to drop Calculus and take Climate Science instead. We spent the first class talking about the sky and the clouds…this video by Philip Bloom is a breathtaking documentary of both.

Sky from Philip Bloom on Vimeo.

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THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER RETURNS

January 24, 2010

After spending the past 7 months doing little besides constantly promoting and touring for our last album, Still Night Still Light, it’s finally time for me to return to Columbia University and continue to chip away at my second undergraduate degree, and I am absolutely ELATED about this decision.

So many things are different for me than they were the last time I was at Columbia (nearly two years ago!) but the most important things have remained the same. In the time that has passed I’ve gotten the chance to travel all over the world–I’ve seen so many new cities, met countless wonderful people, and have had the privilege of being in Au Revoir Simone everyday. I can’t even believe my own life half the time–waking up in Beijing, going to sleep in Seoul, playing sold out venues in Paris–I’m a really lucky girl. For any of you who came and saw us for the SNSL tour, thank you so much for sharing that time with me, Annie, and Erika. We’ve been committed to making our shows better than ever before, and we’re so proud of the last album and how well it’s done, thanks to all the people who have supported us for nearly 6 years now.

Most people don’t really get it when I say that despite all of this, I long to get back to science–I’ve been longing, for years now, to return to school. As much as I love music, this desire to do research and participate in the world of ideas is so much a greater part of who I am and how I feel I can best contribute to the planet. The greatest thing about my job now is that I get to make people happy. Those times when someone comes up to me after a show just to tell me how much a song has meant to them or gotten them through a difficult time, are the rare moments when I feel I’m not completely wasting my time in a harsh and silly industry. I think I’ve always had a somewhat conflicted relationship with the idea of being an ‘artist’–it takes a certain amount of ego to convince yourself that what you have to say is so important that it trumps doing something more useful with your life. And as good as it feels to write, record, and play music, those things make up only a fraction of what I actually do as a partner in a small business. Being in a band is a job like any other. It has its glamorous moments, but mostly it’s a lot of really hard work, and most of it seems absurd, especially at a time like this, when everyone should be doing their part to actively make the world a better place.

It’s with this thought in mind that I’ve found my initial interest in doing Astrophysics has shifted towards doing something more Biology and Ecology based. I’ve always loved all the sciences pretty equally, so I’m just as excited about getting the chance to study microbial mats as I was about getting to go on observing runs at telescopes. Maybe I’ll even get to do both, who knows.

I have to get back to my homework (Chemistry is kind of brutal!) but I’ll be here more regularly now, expounding on the trials and tribulations of being a 30 year old undergraduate science student. Adventures await.

H

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