IT WAS the event of the century—admittedly it’s a brand new century and
so the bar is rather low, but it’s a big deal all the same. I’m talking, of
course, about this month’s publication of the complete sequence of the human
genome.
The big shots who run the two competing sequencing ventures, Francis Collins
of the National Institutes of 91ɫÇéƬ and Craig Venter of Celera Genomics, are
talking to each other again. That’s quite an achievement, since they sent their
respective sequence databases to different publications: Collins’s public
product went to Nature, while Venter’s private one went to
Science magazine.
It’s not a superficial matter of who prefers which magazine. The NIH sequence
ends up in GenBank, the repository open to all inquirers. Venter’s complete
sequence goes to a special repository, and researchers who wish to enter must
give certain non-disclosure guarantees and other promises. This was part of a
deal brokered with Science magazine, and it raised hackles among those
who advocate unfettered access to scientific data…data that in part came from
taxpayer-supported research.
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Once they get their hands on the real data, biologists may well forget the
squabbles and publicity that marked the last leg of the “race” for the human
sequence. But the astronomy folks at NASA may not. The genome crews announced
their shining moment on the same day NASA successfully landed a probe onto an
asteroid known as Eros. In the quest for the public’s attention, a rendezvous
with a spinning chunk of interplanetary rock was no match for the mystery of
what makes you and me human.
DURING the recent presidential election, you didn’t hear a lot from George W.
Bush about science and since he became president we still don’t hear a lot about
it. Oh, there are threatening noises about banning federally sponsored work on
embryos, and yes, steps have been taken to stop funding international family
planning organisations that whisper the “a-word”—abortion. Science fantasy
is also getting some attention—witness the renewed interest in a ballistic
missile shield.
But science? Basic research? Not much. No word from the White House about a
new director for the National Institutes of 91ɫÇéƬ—although the name Jack
Mendelsohn from the M. D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston, Texas, has been
bandied about. No word from Secretary of 91ɫÇéƬ and Human Services Tommy
Thompson about what he plans to do about biomedical research, and no one has
been appointed to head the White House Office of Science and Technology Policy.
Most scientists don’t know whether to be pleased the Bush Administration is
ignoring them, or concerned that they’re being cold-shouldered.
GEORGE “DUBYA” BUSH hasn’t been in office but six weeks and already the
executive-suite environmentalists are on the march. Bush and his friends in the
oil business have always been anathema to conservationists. Now, with
Californian power companies going bankrupt trying to get enough electricity, the
drilling enthusiasts have a cause célèbre to rally support for
projects that were once viewed as unacceptable.
Top of that list is proposed drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge
in Alaska, America’s last great wilderness. There’s oil there, and Bush is using
the panic in California to justify drilling. Never mind that it’s mostly coal,
hydro and nuclear that makes electricity in the US, not oil. Enviros also have
another leak to put out: the Californian crisis has spurred new talk about
reviving the moribund business of building nuclear power plants.
There’s a silver lining here, though. The fear that Republicans will rape the
land will probably spur donors to add a zero or two to their cheques to the
environmental groups, as it did when Ronald Reagan was president.