A Love Story

This is a story about a boy and a girl who met on the Internet.  They were both nineteen; the girl had just finished her first year of college with less than perfect grades, and was browsing Tumblr one day in search of interesting scientific facts.  Meanwhile, the boy, while planning to leave within two months for the Navy, had posted an excerpt from The Hot Zone, a nonfiction book about a very special virus.

The girl found the post.  She hadn’t realized she missed the essence of BCB so much.  The beauty and intricacy had been lost in mounds of chemistry and calculus.  She shut down the computer and picked up her own copy of The Hot Zone, but not before she bookmarked the boy’s Tumblr for later.

This girl was a poet.  At least, she had once thought of herself as one.  She hadn’t written poetry for a very long time, though, and the part of her brain which dealt with creative writing was slowly starting to wither away.  She couldn’t imagine what would be worth writing about anymore, but when the boy started to post his own poetry, she scrolled through a few pieces and suddenly, impulsively, pulled out a pen.

He was so different from her, she thought.  He had his entire life planned out (so it seemed.)  He was a better poet than she was, a better student, and he was entering the armed forces, which made him the first person she had ever known to do that.  She felt awkward, talking to him – awkward and sad.  They lived only fifteen minutes apart, but it might as well have been light years.

One day, he made a post about not having enough money to go to college and become a viral pathologist like he’d always dreamed.  He wrote about UTMB, his dream school, and how he’d always had to work hard.  He wrote about his love for Ebola and the other Filoviridae.  She was amazed – she couldn’t believe anyone else could feel that way about Ebola, much less the other Filoviridae, Lassa and Marburg.

It was scary, how much their stories fit together.  Her family wasn’t a rich one.  They had pooled their meager resources, along with significant government assistance, to send her to her dream school.  And writing to him, all the passion came back.  She remembered why she had sacrificed so much and fought for so long to get to where she was.  She began to carry herself with pride, to hold her head up again.

She no longer thought her academic career was over.

This is a love story, although it is not about a love between a boy and a girl.  This is not even about friendship in the traditional sense, since for all I know this boy and girl may never meet.  It isn’t necessary that they meet, for the good has already been done.

This, dear reader, is a story about the love of a student for the subject they were meant to follow.  At times we all get weak and lose our way.  Some of us, unfortunately, may never regain the courage to continue our journey to its bittersweet end.  Some of us are lucky, though, and meet another apprentice in the same rigorous discipline, someone who steadies our load and gives us safety, if only for a moment.

This is for you, BC.  Thank you for giving me back my reason to keep going.

Why I Am A Science Major

I love to write.  I love the English language so much.  It is such a bastard, a mixture of all the other languages in the world, and so it is probably rightful that we speak it in the United States, this worn-out little patchwork quilt of a country.

Unfortunately, I am not a writer.  I used to think I was, but after reading my friend’s recent blog posts I have realized that there is absolutely no way I could attain that level of perfection, and I really don’t want to try.

So what am I, exactly?  And why on earth did I choose BCB as my major, knowing full well it’s one of the most difficult majors at Rice?

This is why.

Ebola is a filovirus, one of the only viruses on earth that can knot itself into intricate twists and turns.  (Most viruses are round little fat things.)  It was first recognized in Yambuku, Zaire, in 1976, when a male teacher presented to a mission with what was initially assumed to be malaria.

Ebola is one of the most famous viruses in history, and rightfully so.  I won’t go into the details of what it does to people and other primates here in the interest of taste, but I will tell you that it is dangerous and gory and it is the absolute essence of wildness.

It’s beautiful.

Viruses can’t be tamed.  They are completely untouchable.  They have been here for hundreds and thousands and millions of years, and when you look at them under a microscope you get the feeling that you are looking into a perfect and crystalline world.

And that is why I chose BCB as my major.  That is why I subject myself to physics and Calc II and orgo, and moreover, why I subject myself to people thinking I am morbid because I love disease.  Because the stories of Ebola and hantavirus, among other viruses and bacteria, are tangled up in history and sociology and medicine.  Because they, more than any civilization or invention, shape our past and future.

I want to understand this world.  I want so badly to understand the chemicals and tiny creatures beneath my own skin.  After eighteen years, I’ve found a place where I belong.

 

Biochemistry Review II – Electric Boogaloo!

Continuing the saga, we now shall discuss fractionation and SDS-PAGE!  Again, all of this information may be found on the OWL-SPACE and OWLNET sites for this course.

Fractionation

I hate blood.  I really do.  Most of the time I’m okay with it, but I occasionally have bad days where I just really, really cannot stand the sight of blood.  I refer you to Angels in America, specifically the scene where Al Pacino yanked his IV out of his arm and then would NOT stop bleeding all over everything.  Meanwhile, I had to go donate blood that week.  How do you think that went?

Anyways, if you don’t like blood I suggest you skip right the heck over this part because fractionation is all about blood, more precisely, separating blood into its composite parts.  In lab we used horse blood, but I guess any old sort of blood will work too.

Blood is easy to fractionate because it consists of two main parts: cells and plasma.  Basically you start with 2-3 mL of whole blood in a centrifugation tube and dilute it with several times that of isotonic solution.  Then you centrifuge it for a short period of time (~10 min) at low speed to separate the dilute plasma from the blood cells.  Pipette some of that straw-colored stuff and save it.  That’s fraction #1.

Then resuspend the pellet and centrifuge it to wash off any excess plasma .  You’ll be left with a tiny blob of red stuff, which you need to resuspend in hypotonic solution to pump liquid into the cells and make them burst.  Life is cruel.  Centrifuge that blood again and reserve some of the darkish reddish liquid up top, which is lysate.  Fraction #2.  After some more centrufigation, the material in the tube will have separated into two parts – take a sample of the top part.  This is cytosol (fraction #3, intracellular fluid, heck of a lot of protein.)

The pinkish stuff that now appears near the bottom of the tube is cell membrane.  Your goal is to make it as white as possible. Pipette off all the remaining cytosol. Wash it.  Wash it many times.  Awesome; that’s fraction #4.  You’re done!

Well, not quite yet, because first you need to conduct a protein assay, which is a lot less painful than it sounds!

The assay used in this lab was a Bradford assay, developed by the (in)famous Marion Bradley, who was also, contrary to my earlier beliefs, a dude.  The Bradford assay is sensitive to about 5-200 micrograms protein, and is based off the observation that Coomassie Blue (named after, in case anyone cares, Kumasi, Ghana) changes absorbance values when binding to protein, and also produces a visible color change.  In order to perform such an assay, one needs several standards (solutions containing known amounts of protein, for this lab being protein from bovine serum albumin – cow blood, basically) to measure the absorbance values of.  Then you are able to plot a curve relating protein concentration to absorbance value.  Diluting each of your samples based on their estimated range of protein concentration, you are then able to record their absorbance values and perform a regression based on your standard curve.

(If this doesn’t make any sense to you, don’t worry.  Someone is basically using this lobby as their own personal room, complete with widescreen TV to watch sports on and a nice piano with which to practice incredibly repetitive songs.)

SDS-Page

SDS-page is horrendously complex.  Or rather, it isn’t that complex, but it’s hard to write about and be interested in for very long.  So I’ll try to make this section short.

There is no need to go into the biochemistry/p-chem behind the way SDS-PAGE works.  You can find more of that on Caprette’s old website, if you’re interested.  The basic setup is this: you have an acrylamide gel, you add your blood fractions from above, denatured of course, and stained with a little bromophenol blue dye, you plug the whole thing into an electrical circuit, and the electricity drives the protein molecules down the gel.  The heavier molecules of course don’t go as far as the lighter ones.

Usually, on one or the other side of the gel, you will “run” either a high or low molecular-weight standard set.  The high molecular weight is used in the low-density gels (7% acrylamide) and the low molecular weight is used in the high density gels (15% acrylamide.)  This makes sense if you think about it – high-MW proteins may not even penetrate into a high density gel, and low-MW proteins might run completely off a low-density gel!  You know the molecular weight of these standards, so as before you can construct a standard curve relating the migration distance of each protein to the log of its mass, and conduct a regression from that curve to estimate the molecular weights of the proteins you are interested in.

For le reference, this is what a completed SDS-PAGE gel looks like:

Those heavy bands represent a high concentration of that particular protein, and the lighter bands represent a relative paucity of protein (I enjoy large words in my mouth.)  If two bands are squished close together, they may represent two different isomers of the same protein.  To make matters worse, many proteins have very similar molecular weights, meaning that one band may represent two or more proteins!  No wonder some of those bands are so dark!

Because of all these complications, one can’t decisively identify the proteins in a sample just by looking at a gel, no matter how good it may look.  Analysis of the same gel may even differ from person to person!  That’s why it’s very important to always refer to the results of such an SDS-PAGE run as “apparent molecular weights.”

Here’s another very important thing to do: KEEP THE LID CLOSED WHILE THE GEL IS RUNNING!  Otherwise you end up with something like the above, which is of course unusable.  I’m just happy opening the lid didn’t result in anything worse in this case.  (Death.  I’m talking about death.)