The lab is dark, the sun is rising far away And the questions of yesterday Open once again Like pages of a thick book. In the darkness, a square of blue light Attracts me. My computer has been calculating and not sleeping To give such a sweet breakfast.
I couldn’t resist writing about the sweetest protein I have touched.I hope you will enjoy the reading and I am looking forward to your comments. https://medium.com/@gretafaccio/proteins-are-sweet-and-strong-lysozyme-aa9056dff9fa
This laptop cover features the crystal structure of the sweet-tasting protein thaumatin from the African berry Thaumatococcus daniellii (PDB ID: 4OX6). Other details: • 100% neoprene • Weight 13”—220 g / 15”—260 g • Snug fit and faux fur interior lining • Lightweight and resistant to water, oil, and heat • Top-loading zippered enclosure with two sliders
Some proteins survive boiling, Some enzymes live happily ever after The long drop freezing, Some peptides bind like a child to a mum, Tight. I will be a curly lysozyme today, Hard working and efficient, Yet sweet to taste.
In moments of boredom or concern, seeing how beautiful the structures of nature are can reassure and inspire! I went back to my favourite molecules and selected some protein structures to bring some dynamism and creativity in our SHOP. Have a look at the NEW items with this protein! This crystal structure belongs to the THE SWEET PROTEIN THAUMATIN that is a protein… Continue Reading →
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Focus and quick typing lead to the perfect manuscript. Focus feeds on dark tannic chocolate, typing burns calories and sweet molecules. The chemistry in my body brings science and creativity to the world.
Routine is a boring soup to sip everyday. Commuting is repetition at its least creative level. Work is often a bland combination of tiny tasks with no end view. Time slips and it hardly leaves a sweet taste. Science sprinkles its salt Luckily.
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I jump in the air while sitting still In this pinky sunset in a deserted office. I sing in my head pretending to listen In this meeting with too few friends. I dance to a sweet melody For each moment that gives me clarity.
It rolls and lands solid On the table full of papers. The winter orange ball marks its territory And this restless time of the year. Its smell is sweet and pushy, Its taste acid and complex, Its arrival a wake up call after a year of lazyness.
Walking in public had never been so energising And you could hug trees and streetlights With no shame. The moment will pass but the taste Will be a new neuron in your head and a new reference value. Sweet like a daisy and mellow like chamomile, Bubbly like the sky in spring And solid like… Continue Reading →
The year starts dark And cold on my face While you sleep sweet. Tiny and helpless in your bed, You gather your strength and fearless Explore and learn each day. Brave, yet a baby, Curious, yet checking on mum, Each day you grow away And into my life.
I have no idea of how you found this blog but I am so glad you did! This is a scientist’s blog born in 2016 with the short post titled Decision addiction that has so far collected 1 ‘like’! Sweet! I hope you like flowers and urban gardens! I am a PhD-ed biologist/geneticist who crossed… Continue Reading →
Close to my body, Your little young breath paces my life now. Baby with innocent face And voice of thunder, Your sweetness spices my life Up.
The last apples Lie forgotten on the trees In a field that has already received its praises. Red and sweet They will see the winter and the snow Of this year of transition
The arrival home Is a proper for the intense day As the boiling stew expects a smile and a daily achievement. The day closes sweet and homey After hours in the artificial world That takes your breath away.
The rays of the early day And the sweet smell of the morning Are the perfect sense to the adventure I am starting alone. The Luggage is full at the door And the diary has white pages left.
Physical touch as a surprise Wakes me up in the lab. Caught up by my brain activities And passionate planning I forgot my presence, my breasts, my curls, My natural charm. My forehead corrugated and my heart longing for an experiment to end. The impossible happened.
Calm and covered by a relaxed pale sky, The lake represents me Today. A surface of sweet waves Not higher than a foot Condenses the life and motion Under the surface. Dynamic and cool, I reach the The approaching shore and its stony grass.
The blue light of the screen Gives me results and ageing. Can I work and not hurt myself? Can I do science and stay young? Can I connect and not irradiate my cells? Conscious and curious, I sit at my desk.
Behind my screen A little red-haired girl sits and calculates The results of a decisive experiment. Little smiles appear sometimes together with the fast movements of her hand. An hectic Typing tells me she likes the risk Of a complex high-potential experiment And already tastes the sweet flavor of discovery.