Miranda Evans

Jan 13, 2025 | biorxiv.org | Miranda Evans

AbstractIn palaeoproteomic research, the accuracy of taxonomic matches is crucial, as research questions frequently hinge on which species were utilised by ancient people. However, protein modifications including deamidation of glutamine and asparagine, and conversion of glutamine or glutamic acid to pyroglutamic acid, can change the sequence of peptides, leading to spurious taxonomic detections and potentially inaccurate archaeological interpretations.

Apr 3, 2024 | biorxiv.org | Miranda Evans |Richard Hagan |Oliver S. Boyd |Manon Bondetti

AbstractFoodcrusts have received relatively little attention in the burgeoning field of proteomic analysis of ancient cuisine. We remain ignorant of how cooking and burial impacts protein survival, and crucially, the extent to which the extractome reflects the composition of input ingredients.

Jan 17, 2024 | varsity.co.uk | Miranda Evans

500 million tweets a day – so what's one more tweet if not a drop in the ocean? Ashkar Dave/Unsplash X,oh X, (formerly known as Twitter), oh what comes next? Behold, for here is my case for what is now the dying art of Twitter (otherwise known as, *spitting on the floor*, “X”) and why it is a crying shame that it’s going down the swanny. Do you remember when you joined Twitter?

Jun 23, 2023 | varsity.co.uk | Miranda Evans

Rubbing my eyes in a devilishly cartoonish way as the sunlight hits my face, I rue the day that I optimistically pressed “book appointment” on the 9:45am slot at the Cambridge Donor Centre, next to Addenbrookes Hospital. I pause for a minute or two, blinking at the ceiling before swiping the duvet off of myself and stomping into the shower. It is here that a smug sense of do-gooder pride envelopes me. I am giving blood today. I have blood. And I am giving it away. For free. My blood. For free.

Jun 8, 2023 | varsity.co.uk | Miranda Evans

I’m a big fan of a good lawn — it’s a revoltingly sexy patch of grass. “Take a seat! The water is warm,” I blurt as a Missoni-clad snob passes me by. It’s seven degrees outside; the ground beneath me is slightly damp. I can feel the moisture, the grass stains tarnishing my jeans. But I care not. What better way to spend a productive day than to do nothing (productive) at all. Yes, I know what you are thinking, “why not go to Grantchester?