Since it’s that wonderful time of year, when the weather cools, leaves change color, and the smell of mulled wine and cinnamon spike the crisp air, I thought I’d share some wintry floetry…
‘Twas three weeks after Christmas, I was to leave the lab,
not a staining was happening, not a single MAb.
The papers were submitted to the internet with care,
In hopes that Cell or Nature’d be there.
The Tree Stars were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Apsci’s danced in their heads.
The engineers and testers, with vX on their screens,
Just released ‘06 and were running FlowMeans.
When in San Diego there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bench to see what was the matter.
Away to Ashland I flew like a flash,
Tossed on suit coat and joined in the mash.
The cell cycle platform we all came to know
was expanding its dimensions to nine and below,
When, what to my surprise should appear,
the new beta, the future, it was clear.
With intuitive interfaces, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it was better than ModFit.
More rapid than eagles my training came,
Adam whistled, and shouted, and flew us by plane;
“Now, John! now, Nick! now, Mike and Jack!
To DC, Vancouver, to Dallas and back!
To conferences, meetings, and lectures-in-the-hall,
don’t forget CYTO – largest of them all.
Teach FlowJo to the clients, with preferences on high,
Phenotyping, compensation, platforms bye and bye.
So out to the venues the Apsci’s they flew,
Talking FlowJo, Fluorish, and Enterprise too.
And then, in a twinkling, it seemed aloof
’07 was coming, ‘06 was poof,
For heatmaps so needed, the plate tool came around,
To the Layout editor, and with a new sound.
The engineers were sweating from their heads to their feet,
Java and C, coding to meet;
A pagefull of bugs logged into Trac,
Nothing major we see, not even a stack.
The testers they twinkled! The office was merry!
Cell Cycle was back, absolutely the cherry!
The word was spread for all to know,
The figure and presets were good to go.
A magnetic gate held tight like teeth,
On a population shaped like a wreath.
An intuitive workspace for even young Nelly,
Kept churning her data, even if it was smelly.
Fast and efficient like Santa’s little elf,
An interface uncanny, unlike itself!
A wink of Undo and Refresh at the head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
I couldn’t speak a word, but advertised my work,
And filled the Flow cores, an unusual quirk.
And laying a finger aside my batch,
Got the keyword iteration to match!
As FlowJo sprang to market, its team abustle,
Apscis they flew, in time and hustle.
We heard them exclaim, ‘ere be driven from sight,
“Flowtastic”, “Flo-shizzle”, and “to all a plot type”!