Call me Dr. Spengler
May. 4th, 2007 15:28I seem to be at loose ends. Heaven knows there are enough things that I should be doing, and I may go off to do them in a bit...
One of those is pressing specimens. We went on a field trip for Plant Path yesterday, where they took us out to the test plots and walked us around. (I ride right by the plots when I take the train, it turns out.) I collected several samples, and they're sitting in my bag, waiting to be processed -- I should dehydrate the barley leaves in particular before the virus coloration fades.
My whole collection needs to be documented a bit better, of course -- I have several things where I have vague memories of where I got them and when, but some aren't even labeled with disease name (let alone host name), and my memory is not reliable. I need to spend some time labeling and documenting.
"I need to stay home and organize my plant disease collection." Yeah, give me the blinking neon "DORK" sign. :)
The rain has stopped, too, and I should take the opportunity to go out and rummage around in the garden. Not too much, though -- my legs are stiff and my back has been very unhappy, and I'm still feeling those six weeks of sleep deficit.
One of those is pressing specimens. We went on a field trip for Plant Path yesterday, where they took us out to the test plots and walked us around. (I ride right by the plots when I take the train, it turns out.) I collected several samples, and they're sitting in my bag, waiting to be processed -- I should dehydrate the barley leaves in particular before the virus coloration fades.
My whole collection needs to be documented a bit better, of course -- I have several things where I have vague memories of where I got them and when, but some aren't even labeled with disease name (let alone host name), and my memory is not reliable. I need to spend some time labeling and documenting.
"I need to stay home and organize my plant disease collection." Yeah, give me the blinking neon "DORK" sign. :)
The rain has stopped, too, and I should take the opportunity to go out and rummage around in the garden. Not too much, though -- my legs are stiff and my back has been very unhappy, and I'm still feeling those six weeks of sleep deficit.