science-junkie
bbsrc:

Plants that fight cancer
This picture shows Catharanthus roseus (Madagascar periwinkle) alongside the structure of vinblastine, an alkaloid natural product.
This pretty plant makes hundreds of alkaloid natural products which are a rich resource for a wide range of applications, including the development of pharmaceuticals, insecticides and biomaterials.
Natural products from this plant have already given us some very important cancer-fighting medicines, for instance vinblastine is one of the compounds used in chemo-therapy.
Read more about BBSRC-funded scientists who are studying this plant and developing new industrial applications for the natural products.
Credit: Mr Andrew Davis

bbsrc:

Plants that fight cancer

This picture shows Catharanthus roseus (Madagascar periwinkle) alongside the structure of vinblastine, an alkaloid natural product.

This pretty plant makes hundreds of alkaloid natural products which are a rich resource for a wide range of applications, including the development of pharmaceuticals, insecticides and biomaterials.

Natural products from this plant have already given us some very important cancer-fighting medicines, for instance vinblastine is one of the compounds used in chemo-therapy.

Read more about BBSRC-funded scientists who are studying this plant and developing new industrial applications for the natural products.

Credit: Mr Andrew Davis

science-junkie

sagansense:

explainers-nysci:

Thomas explains what he loves about science, the puzzle which is never truly solved. It’s not about finding the solution, but about the journey you take.

Watch Thomas’s video here: http://youtu.be/IL5VRLISTs8

And follow him on tumblr! scienceing

This guy. This is why we SCIENCE, Tumblr. This is why. All the love and support, Thomas, congrats on this wonderful piece!

txchnologist

Ideas Are Scary And Surprising

txchnologist:

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by Txchnologist staff

“To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk,” Thomas Edison said. Many of Edison’s quotes are about the importance of inspiration and work. With these two ingredients, the optimistic tinkerer can shape raw materials into brand new things.

Of course, this is a significant oversimplification of the process of innovation. Turning imagination into something fully realized is not a simple or clear-cut task, with the journey to many great advances looking a lot like stumbling around in the dark blindly.

From medicine and physics to the creation of new appliances, the process at the heart of changing the world may not often be beautiful, but the final result is. Here are six game-changing discoveries in which chance, curiosity and an open mind played a huge part:

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askthegeneraless
askthegeneraless:

supercherrytv:

weeping-angels-take-the-ponds:

vonmunsterr:
Just imagine that when you’re just starting kindergarten and they teach you about the time on your wrist, and you raise your hand in confusion and say “Mine isn’t working.” and one other kid says “Mine too.” And it’s the first kid you met on the first day of school. And your teacher just smiles at you two and you just sit there, young and confused until it sinks in a bit later.

MAKE A NOVEL I WILL BUY IT
MAKE A MOVIE I WILL WATCH IT
MAKE IT REAL I’LL BACKFLIP FOR YOU

I sit in the park, pondering. It rains around me, around the tree I use for shelter; I love the rain, and the thundering echoes of the lightning calm me as I consider many things. So many things. The pitter-patter of rain drowns out any noises from the surrounding area—cars, people talking, the general chatter of everyday life.
I am in silence…
…and I am alone.
You see, I have always had a problem. I have always been different, a little weirder than the rest. My counter…my counter is stuck. Forever paused, forever broken. Always at 4:44:44:44. Those numbers, everywhere in my life. Everywhere.
Four days, forty-four hours, forty-four minutes, forty-four seconds.
It has never changed. 
I am alone, among the rain and trees, sitting there and staring at my wrist. I know it will never change. I know that this is a fate of mine, to be forever stuck with the broken counter. The one that never moves. Trapped. Alone.
And yet…
And yet I find solace in my loneliness. Perhaps the reason for this lies within my mind, the place where everything is different. Yes, that’s where my true love resides; within the mind.
That’s what I tell myself, as I put my head between my legs and curl up: 
"My love is within the mind…"

This… this timer.
This blasted timer.  We all have one, installed at birth calling upon powers nobody truly understands to count down the time until we meet that ‘special someone’.
Oh, how everybody looks forward to that day, the day where life’s struggles will be shared with someone who thinks in a way that is compatible to your own style of thinking, where you are no longer alone in this wretched journey.
Except me, of course.  My timer has displayed ‘ERROR’ ever since I can remember.
That’s fine.
I don’t believe in romance.
It’s an illogical human theme, and while I may be biologically human, I’m a robot in every other way; the way I think, the way I act, and right down to the way I speak.
And no human could love a robot like me, could they?  I’m doomed to be alone, right?  Define ‘doomed’.  Solitude has provided me company, since others have decided I am not worth their time.
So, you know what?
Oh well.
I honestly don’t care.  I have more logical things to tend to.

askthegeneraless:

supercherrytv:

weeping-angels-take-the-ponds:

vonmunsterr:

Just imagine that when you’re just starting kindergarten and they teach you about the time on your wrist, and you raise your hand in confusion and say “Mine isn’t working.” and one other kid says “Mine too.” And it’s the first kid you met on the first day of school. And your teacher just smiles at you two and you just sit there, young and confused until it sinks in a bit later.

MAKE A NOVEL I WILL BUY IT

MAKE A MOVIE I WILL WATCH IT

MAKE IT REAL I’LL BACKFLIP FOR YOU

I sit in the park, pondering. It rains around me, around the tree I use for shelter; I love the rain, and the thundering echoes of the lightning calm me as I consider many things. So many things. The pitter-patter of rain drowns out any noises from the surrounding area—cars, people talking, the general chatter of everyday life.

I am in silence…

…and I am alone.

You see, I have always had a problem. I have always been different, a little weirder than the rest. My counter…my counter is stuck. Forever paused, forever broken. Always at 4:44:44:44. Those numbers, everywhere in my life. Everywhere.

Four days, forty-four hours, forty-four minutes, forty-four seconds.

It has never changed. 

I am alone, among the rain and trees, sitting there and staring at my wrist. I know it will never change. I know that this is a fate of mine, to be forever stuck with the broken counter. The one that never moves. Trapped. Alone.

And yet…

And yet I find solace in my loneliness. Perhaps the reason for this lies within my mind, the place where everything is different. Yes, that’s where my true love resides; within the mind.

That’s what I tell myself, as I put my head between my legs and curl up: 

"My love is within the mind…"

This… this timer.

This blasted timer.  We all have one, installed at birth calling upon powers nobody truly understands to count down the time until we meet that ‘special someone’.

Oh, how everybody looks forward to that day, the day where life’s struggles will be shared with someone who thinks in a way that is compatible to your own style of thinking, where you are no longer alone in this wretched journey.

Except me, of course.  My timer has displayed ‘ERROR’ ever since I can remember.

That’s fine.

I don’t believe in romance.

It’s an illogical human theme, and while I may be biologically human, I’m a robot in every other way; the way I think, the way I act, and right down to the way I speak.

And no human could love a robot like me, could they?  I’m doomed to be alone, right?  Define ‘doomed’.  Solitude has provided me company, since others have decided I am not worth their time.

So, you know what?

Oh well.

I honestly don’t care.  I have more logical things to tend to.