Sunday, November 23, 2008

Here's my contribution to a fund-raiser for a local non-profit art institute. I was given a 12"x12" panel of 1/2-inch plywood and assigned to do whatever I wanted. First off, I made my job easier by designing a very big frame, leaving me with only about 5"x5" of space to fill. As to subject matter, I've been spending 10-11 hours per day looking through a microscope at these things, so when I sat down with a pencil to start sketching ideas, this is what came out. The technique employed in the painting is a slightly abbreviated version of the 7-layer oil-painting system used by some of the old Dutch and Flemish masters (Rembrandt and his ilk), which was taught to me by Russian painter Alexei Antonov. More than ten years ago now I spent about 60 hours (spread out over a span of 18 months) learning from him. This is the first time I've painted anything since. It was great fun, and barring any calamatous increase in work demands, I intend to continue. For a description of the cell types portrayed here, you can check out the album on my facebook page (I'm listed as Micaiah Evans).

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Delighting in Change!

Thrilled to no end with Obama's victory! And almost as happy to have the election done and over with so that all the campaign calls can end and all the appeals for additional donations to the Obama campaign can stop filling my inbox. But really, for the first time in several years now, I think my pride in my country might be close to outweighing my shame for it. May the trend continue!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Increasingly impatient for the future!

This makes me happy.

Happy Birthday NASA!

Today is the 50th birthday of the National Air and Space Administration. Will the administration continue to dominate space exploration over the next fifty years? Or will China, the EU, and private groups take the lead? Unless the US get's off its ass when it comes to funding scientific endevours, it seems all too likely that we'll soon be left in the dust... or perhaps the military applications of space dominance will be attractive enough to our war-mongering nation to keep the money flowing spaceward.

Here's a fun article on the same topic.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

up all night... saving lives

So here it is, 4:30 in the morning, and I'm posting to my blog when I should be sleeping. Actually, I'm just passing time while waiting for the tech to finish making a blood smear on a suspected Hantavirus case. One of the few rare situations that might actually require a pathology resident to come into the hospital in the middle of the night. The funny thing is that earlier in the evening (11:20 last night) I got one of the other few rare calls: a massive transfusion protocol on a trauma patient. -- time passes -- Night work done and now its morning and time to proceed with my day.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Recalled from the Wild

Hi all. Back from the two-week-plus excursion to South Africa, Namibia, Botswana (the bulk of the time), and Zambia. Had an amazing time and saw pretty much every African animal you can imagine, with the notable exception of the leopard. Now back at my desk at work dealing with loads of email. When I get the trip photo album up and running I'll post the link here. Alright... 'nough said. Good to be home!

Friday, September 5, 2008

Sidetracked by SuperStruct

Okay... so a couple days ago I told you all about my cousin-in-law's new massively multi-player game, SuperStruct. Well if you went to the website to check it out, you may have seen the request for participants' visions of what they might be doing in the summer of 2019. Many of these stories are posted on the site, but mine hasn't been posted yet, and just in case it doesn't show up, here, for your exclusive reading pleasure, is a snippit from my life in eleven years. Oh and if you haven't read the game scenario, you should do that first, as certain parts of the following might not make sense otherwise. Enjoy!

I tap off the heads-up display that's been scrolling text across my glasses and gaze down through the floor window between my feet as the dirigible's shadow creeps across the sands of the Sahara. Occasional nuclear power plants pock the rugged tan-gray surface, their shadows reaching far across desert floor in the late afternoon sun.

A summary of the results of the latest GEAS simulation has just been released, and though I'm not surprised by anything I've just read, that doesn't keep me from being disappointed. Somehow I'd hoped (like many people I knew) that maybe, just maybe, all of the poorly-coordinated and under-funded efforts of the far too few concerned governmental and non-governmental organizations might have had some impact on the prognosis of our species. But what effect can political governments (those puppet remnants of former power centers) or non-profits have in a world ruled by multinational corporations and independent defense contractors? Even my own nominally admirable career as a consulting clinical pathologist, assisting the hundreds of new hospitals that freckle Subsaharan Africa with implementation of modern laboratory technology is heavily subsidized by energy companies and end product fabricators interested in keeping the underpaid population healthy enough to tend their nuclear plants, solar farms, and megafactories. Once the HIV stasis formula was achieved it didn't take long for the Swiss pharmaceutical conglomerates who controlled it to trade their magic bullet for exclusive options on the underdeveloped world's last (and greatest) natural resource: its human labor. And they proceeded to sell this treasure (at a considerable profit) to energy producers who were more than happy to establish the bulk of their new plants in some of Earth's less habitable regions -- such as the Kalahari and the Sahara -- far from the complaints of the First-World's financially vocal pseudo-environmentists.

My thoughts are interrupted by the airship attendant delivering my dinner tray. Petrie-steak... at least that's what my wife calls it. The flavor is fine, but stacked sheets of cloned bovine myocytes grown as tissue culture monolayers will never achieve the texture of the real thing. Even the expensive cell-jet built versions that incorporate adipocytes, fibroblasts, collagen microfilaments, and marrow-filled osteoid structures don't provide the satisfaction I recall from tearing into a perfectly seared rib-eye. But since the disappearance of a couple of species of squirrels as well as a whole genus of waterfowl, humans finally developed widespread sympathy for animals... only enough sympathy to stop eating and torturing them though... not enough to stop destroying their habitat -- and ours.

Plenty of us figured that Humanity was on a terminal spiral... circling the drain, as it were, but nobody thought that we had so little time left. Sure we've gotten fairly good at sending small passenger vehicles into space, but with no habitable planets within even a thousandth of the range of these craft, that old scheme of escaping a dying planet remains nothing more than the pipe dream that it's been for almost a century. If the ship goes down, the rats go with it this time. But maybe the GEAS report will actually get the attention it deserves and humans (the only ostriches left since 2014) will pull their heads out of the sand, learn how to collaborate and innovate, and find a solution.

My earbud beeps twice (two beeps for home, three for the office, one for unknown callers) and I tap it on to be greeted by the voice of Hugo, our son, asking if I'll be home soon. Elinor is making a fuss in the background and I can hear Kate, my wife, trying to sooth her, reassuring her that there will be plenty of time to dress her doll after a nap. I doubt that Kate has heard about the GEAS report yet, but she will soon enough, and then I wonder who will sooth us. Who will tell us there's plenty of time after a nap. Isn't that what the corporations have been telling us for years? Nap time is over. We've got work to do.

The trip begins

Good afternoon readers. We are now sitting in the Albuquerque Sunport (after having arrived frightfully early), waiting to board our flight to Washington, D.C., where we'll meet up with Kate's parents. We'll spend part of the day tomorrow in D.C. Maybe hit a museum or something, and then board our flight to Johannesburg, South Africa tomorrow evening. One night there, and then to Windhoek (sp?), Namibia, where we'll be at the base of Namibia's oh-so-impressive sand dunes for a couple of days before heading up to Botswana's Okovanga delta for most of the rest of the trip. I'm a bit fuzzy on the details of where we go and what we see, but assuming I can access this delightful global intelligence system, I'll keep you up to date. Hasta la proxima vez.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Counting Down to Departure

Just 56 hours until lift-off and most of the preparation is done. Still have to treat some clothes with permethrin so that I can passively visit sweet death on a lot of arthropods. But other than that Kate and I are pretty much ready for our two week trip to Namibia, Botswana, and Zambia. If I'm able to access the internet while traveling, I'll keep a running blog of what we see and do so that all my readers (oh there are SO many of you!) can live vicariously through my words and photos. Until then... I've got work to do at work. Ciao.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Forecasting the Future

Hi folks. I'm back... after over a month of nothing. Anyway, I'm all stoked about a new massively multi-player game that games guru Jane McGonigal is creating along with The Institute for the Future called SUPERSTRUCT. Check it out at

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Virgin Territory

First time blogger embarking on new adventures. Will I stick with it? No other way to find out.

So, what inspired me to start a blog of my own? Well, I was reading a bit about Ken MacLeod, the author of the novel I'm currently reading and discovered that he has quite an extensive, entertaining, and educational blog (, and I got to thinking that maybe if I started my own it'd help me keep track of some of my thoughts and ideas. I haven't managed to keep a journal for almost fifteen years now, so I think this is my best bet.

Okay. 'Nough for now. Must wait for the inspiration to strike... and must get some work done.