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And all this science… I don’t understand.

Being the responsible persons that we are, Rob and I not only got ourselves down to the lab on Saturday in time to rescue our posters and personal effects, we also managed to be at the conference location in time to do 14 laps around the Van Andel Institute in our efforts to find the (wrong) parking garage to park in.

I expected that the only rewarding thing about a conference was socializing with other people who you’d want to see anyway… and maybe the free food, because how bad could it be? I was then pleasantly surprised to be enjoying both presenting my poster and talking with the other students who had posters to present.  Our conversations were pleasant, informative, and exciting. I was inspired to continue investigating the topic of my poster, since the preliminary data that ended up on the poster only scratched the surface.

I didn’t mean to imply, when I wrote last week, that I did not understand my own research when I confessed that I didn’t have the title committed to memory.  I knew very well what I put on that poster, because I put every bit of it there (nevermind that once it was there Bob was wont to move it around and change this word for that word… in fact, the large pictures were his idea: “Put a giant picture in the middle so people will want to look at it”).

Using the Atqasuk pointframe data and zonation schemes established by other people, I labeled each species of vascular plant that we found at the site as either “high arctic” or “low arctic,” referring to latitude.  High arctic plants can also be found in low arctic zones, but the low arctic species will not be present in high arctic zones.

What we expected to find was that the point frame data would indicate more cover from the low arctic plants in the OTCs.  We were looking for evidence that climate change and warming would catalyse these species in spreading northward.  What the data told us was that in the dry site of Atqasuk, there was less cover inside the OTCs, and at the wet site, there was actually an increase in cover for HIGH arctic species.

Because this was unexpected, there are now a hundred more questions to ask, and there are always more data to analyse. We only used the point fram data from Atqasuk 2007, so the Barrow data that Papasaurus and I collected (and that I entered into spreadsheets!) wasn’t used yet, nor was the data from past years. Once those spreadsheets are run, we can compare them individually and to each other. I might start looking at specific plots and their change over time, rather than lumping all the hits for all high arctic species in all dry control plots together, for example.

Besides THAT, I have been getting more of the books and articles I requested from the library, and I will use them to find other zonation schemes that I can use to classify our species. The classification system we used is relative and somewhat subjective, so it could be that a different zonation scheme will yield different results!

The West Michigan Regional Undergraduate Science Research Conference has the worst acronym of all time, apart maybe from any acronyms that spell out unfortuate words. However, clumsy acronym or no clumsy acronym, I thought it a great success.

Well, she used the big printer, I’ll give her that.

I hate waiting. Rob and I are in the computer lab patiently watching the big printer spit out our posters inch by inch.

Earlier today, so long ago and yet not so long, we waited patiently at the copy machine as it turned fourteen pages into fourteen times fourteen pages, and we ended up with a neat stack of 210 to run, literally, to the post office by 4:59 for guaranteed overnight shipping to New York*.

We’re going to a conference tomorrow and I haven’t slept since Wednesday night! Not entirely true, but close enough to declare it on the internet.

My conference isn’t nearly so exciting as those of the the jet-setters I know who travel across countries and oceans in the name of patting each other on the back for doing science. My conference, according to Google Maps (the best?) is fifteen minutes from my house. Though I will be forced to leave before proper Saturday breakfast time, I will be home ’round brillig**.

Home ’round brillig, that is, unless Tundra Riot rides again and sets forth on an overdue reunion tour into the great beyond. All four original members of Tundra Riot will be the presenting authors of posters tomorrow. The one with the most and largest pictures best one is entitled “High Arctic and Low Arctic Vegetation Response to Climate Change,” by yours truly***, and no, I unfortunately couldn’t have told you that without peeking. I blame it on the fatigue.

I blame it on the fatigue and the anxiety. The big printer is naturally located two flights of stairs and three computer labs away from the cozy home lab where we’ve been postering all day, so naturally Our Heroes**** did not choose to schelp all their things with them when they went to print. Also naturally, they, after carefully pocketing both sets of lab keys, shut the automatically locking door behind them to protect things like their laptops… and all the contents, minus keys, of Jenny’s purse, if she had one, which she doesn’t, so the things were in the pink backpack*****.

The obvious punchline here is that Our Heroes get locked out of the lab, but how could they when they had both sets of lab keys? If you think a thrilling twist is coming and keeping Our Heroes out of the lab, you’d be wrong, right, because, NATURALLY, the lab keys stop working after 10 pm, when no respectable person is anywhere near a biology lab!

Oh and Jean and Jeremy printed their posters ages ago, around 6 or 7 pm, so they’ve nothing to worry about! Their nice posters are safe and sound in…. the cardboard traveling tube…. in… the…. l-l-l-a-a-a-a-a-bbbbbbb. Oh.

For the record, I did NOT know when I began writing this post that I was locked out of the lab… rats.

*I’ll explain later, for goodness sake!

**Four o’clock in the afternoon: the time when you begin broiling things for dinner.

***Co-authored by Bob and Papasaurus!

****Jenny and Jobby, naturally!

*****From Miss Cindy at Teddy Bear Junction.