New blog name: Sword & Pipette

When I created this blog, I needed a title, and quickly, which I knew would only be temporary.
I have finally come up with one I believe is a far better, and far more representative; Sword & Pipette!

This is probably the name I’ll stick to, but I’ll still throw in a poll; which one do you think is better?

Da jeg laget denne bloggen trengte jeg en tittel og det raskt, og jeg visste den mest sannsynlig bare ville være midlertidig. Jeg har endelig funnet et navn jeg liker bedre, og som jeg synes er langt mer representativt; Sword & Pipette

Dette er nok navnet jeg vil holde meg til, men jeg slenger inn en poll for det; hvilken tittel liker du best?



PS: Holiday post from Edinburgh coming soon!

PS: Snart kommer ferie-innlegget fra Edinburgh!


Sketch of the Day: The Sword in the Darkness

Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin

Watercolour this time. And A Song of Ice and Fire (although most people only seem to refer to the whole thing as Game of Thrones these days, anyway…) and everyone’s (or at least my) favourite bastard. This is of course my own mental image, which is what I always stick to when I’m illustrating something from – well – any book which caught my fancy sufficiently enough for me to make a doodle or two. I mostly love what they have done with the tv show, and whereas I have nothing against Kit Harrington’s portrayal of Jon Snow, he simply doesn’t fit my mental image of that guy. However, here is a quick, little attempt at my Jon Snow, man of the Night’s Watch and his trusty Valyrian steel blade, Longclaw (which I may not have failed so miserably at, had I made this a more thorough piece, and not just mostly-a-sketch). If you wonder about those faint scars, those are kind of a minor spoiler from A Storm of Swords involving a bird with a bad attitude, which is all I’ll say about that for now.

Akvarell denne gangen. Og A Song of Ice and Fire (selv om folk flest ser ut til å referere til hele greia som Game of Thrones nå om dagen), og alles (eller i hvert fall min) favoritt-lausunge. Dette er selvfølgelig mitt eget mentale bilde, som er hva jeg pleier å holde meg de gangene jeg illustrerer noe fra – tja – en hvilken som helst bok som fanget meg tilstrekkelig til at jeg følte for litt dodling. Selv om jeg er veldig glad i det aller meste med tv-serien, og selv om jeg absolutt ikke her noe imot Kit Harringtons fremstilling av Jon Snow, så passer karen rett og slett ikke med mitt mentale bilde. Så her er e kjapp, liten verasjon av min Jon Snow, mann av the Night’s Watch med sitt trofaste, valyriske sverd, Longclaw (som jeg kanskje ikke hadde kludret så til, hadde jeg tatt meg litt bedre tid og ikke bestemt meg for at dette skulle være bare-en-skisse). Hvis du lurer på hvor de tre, små arrene kommer fra, så er det en liten spoiler fra A Storm of Swords som dreier seg rundt en pipp med dårlig holdning, som er alt jeg vil si om saken for denne gang.

The Sword in the Darkness


Paper: Hahnemühle 200 g/m2, matt, 24 x 32 cm

Tools: Brushes from Cotman and DaVinci Cosmotop Spin and a scalpel

Medium: Watercolours in pans, tubes and liquid from Winsor & Newton, Schminke and Talens

References used: None per se, but I did grasp the chance to pose like a moron in front of the bathroom mirror with my boyfriend’s pretty bastard sword


Papir: Hahnemühle 200 g/m2, matt, 24 x 32 cm

Verktøy: Pensler fra Cotman og DaVinci Cosmotop Spin og en skalpell

Medium: Akvarell i skål, tube og flytende form fra Winsor & Newton, Schminke og Talens

Referanser: Ingen per se, men jeg knabbet muligheten til å posere som en dust foran baderomsspeilet med fiiine bastard-sverdet til kjæresten

Sketch of the Day: Pez Fernando

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I decided I’d start doing this. Now that my summer holiday has started for all practical purposes (article reading/thesis writing week still leaves a lot of time to do things I don’t usually get around doing), can finally do all this painting and drawing I want to do all the time! My first venture was […]

A woman named Henrietta

Before there was HeLa, there was a woman. Her name was Henrietta Lacks.

This could almost be a book review, but not quite, and it certainly took me far longer to write than originally planned. You know the deal; lab work, traveling, late-night RPG-sessions, all the stuff that makes time fly and where you suddenly realize there was a draft lying there somewhere that needs working on. Well, here goes!

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot

As I’m aspiring to become a *proper* scientist, I toil away for hours every week in the cell culture lab. I shouldn’t use a word with such negative connotations as toil, though – afterall, I’m usually having lots of fun while doing my experiments. In our incubators, stand large cell culture bottles labeled with names such Sudhl-6, Ramos, Raji, Ros-50 – and so it goes, oh – and; HeLa. What’s this HeLa? you may ask; a familiar name to most people with some biological or medical training, but maybe not to you.

The scientific landscape as we know it today would probably have looked quite different hadn’t it been for cell lines; cells from a single source, often a tumour from man or beast. Due to random or deliberate mutations and/or other treatment these cells have been allowed to escape the limited number of cell divisions normal tissue is restricted by, commonly known as the Hayflick limit. Simply put, it means that these cells are immortal, and can be grown for ever and ever. Taken into consideration that cells can be stored almost eternally on liquid nitrogen, you have an almost bottomless reservoir of little guys who are ready to take everything you throw at them in the name of science.

There are many cell lines out there, but work on HeLa alone has helped developing vaccines against for instance polio, much work on HIV treatment, it has aided the development of in vitro fertilization and much more. HeLa is used in my lab as well, although not widely, as we mostly work on lymphoma cell lines better fit for our needs. The number of scientific publications released annually which involves work on cell lines is sky-high. In 2011, the number of scientific publications using or referencing HeLa alone counted 4586, according to PubMed.

However,  it hasn’t always been like this. It’s the mid-1900s, scientists are working fervently to grow a human, immortal cell line without much success. It seems like human cells, no matter how proliferative they might seem at first, just won’t grow outside their bodies. Things seemed dark, until one day, when a 31 year old Afro-American woman named Henrietta Lacks walked into Johns Hopkins hospital in Baltimore. For a while, she had been aware of a knot in her abdomen, and as it turned out, she had a particularly aggressive form of cervical cancer.She died a few months later after radiation therapy had failed. Autopsy revealed the cancer had metastatized to many tissues throughout her entire body. Left behind was her husband, Day, and their four children. However, one other thing remained; a sample from her cervix was harvested – without her and her family’s knowledge and consent – and they were proliferating rapidly in the lab of dr. George Gey. Her cells seemed to grow almost anywhere under any condition, and soon, they became quite popular with Gey’s scientific colleagues and acquaintances.


Little was known about this one woman who – I don’t think it’s an exaggregation to say that – changed cell culture-based science as we know i,t and while her cells became a money-mill, her family was too poor to afford health insurance. Then a young biologist- turned-writer came along. Rebecca Skloot had been deeply fascinated by the HeLa-cells and their clouded history from the time when she was in high-school,  and finally grasped the chance to create this little pearl of a book. It isn’t quite a biography, although much of Henrietta’s, and her family’s, lives are documented with much detail where Skloot paints a vivid image of the segregated America. It’s just as much a documentary about her own journey, the Lackses struggle for knowledge and recognition and a work on scientific history and ethics.

First, I am quite impressed by the amount of work Skloot has put into her work. The sheer amount of time, travel distance and number of doors-in-the-face she has met and traversed is huge, and it took nearly a decade from her first phone-call to Henrietta’s daughter, Deborah, until the book hit the shelves in 2010.

Skloot weaves a fascinating story as the book interchanges between recreated biographical scenes from Henrietta’s life and the research labs where the novelty and potential of her tumour were slowly unraveled, to diary extracts to documentary-style chapters where Rebecca herself becomes the main character. The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks is thus structurally complex, but well-handled.

This is a story about race, health, class, science, education and human beings, and, inevitably, the ethics behind tissue ownership and tissue-derived patenting become important themes visited and revisited throughout the book. Considering what a minefield that particular subject can be, this is where I feared the book would fail. I was pleasantly surprised. Rebecca Skloot objectively maneuvers the minefield and pragmatically, but not without empathy, describes the situation from both a potential tissue-donor’s and a scientist’s point of view, and underlines how modern medical research is totally dependent on willing donors (my own lab is a good example in this respect; a vast majority of our work is done fully or partly on human blood and tonsils) as she simultaneously problematizes how, her examples are all taken from the United States, patients had little or no right to know about and approve of the usage of their tissue in research. Skloot never concludes this or that, but draws rather from her general understanding of the human nature and leaves the readers free to draw conclusions of their own.

The last question is? Is this a book for science-people only? The answer is no, no and once again; no. If you are averse to any scientific terminology whatsoever, then I believe you wouldn’t pick up The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks in the first place, but if you think this might be a story worth reading, but are daunted by the fact that off-handed science-y comments like “RPMI 1640 is inadequate if you want to study intracellular signaling pathways” you can relax. Science is the backbone of this story, but then again, presented in a way any scientific lay-man with a decent amount of common knowledge should easily grasp. Surely, having some kind of relevant background leaves you with a deeper understanding-  more eastereggs if you like – but it’s certainly not required. And if that isn’t enough – appendices galore!

If you venture around teh interwebs, you’ll find that much and more has been written about Henrietta, HeLa and this book – you’ll surely find loads of better, more thorough and wholesome entries on the subject; mine is simply a minor attempt to write a post I really think should be here.

And here is my message: The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks is a well-written and enrapturing read about a woman who changed the world. It’s a gripping story about human beings and of science as we know it coming into being. If that sounds even vaguely interesting, I suggest you’d give it a go!

HeLa cells stained with Hoecst dye

On a side note: As I was looking up some extra information while writing this entry, I stumbled across several different sources stating that HBO would be making The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks into a movie produced by Oprah Winfrey and Alan Ball. Sadly, I haven’t found any more recent information about this, but according to Rebecca Skloot’s Twitter account, something seems to be under way. If this is correct, I’m already getting excited!