Welcome to SIGL

Welcome to the Scripps Isotope Geochemistry Laboratory (SIGL). The laboratory specialises in high-precision isotopic analyses, elemental abundances and petrology. The SIGL seeks qualified and enthusiastic graduate students and would normally aim to support students as research assistants. If you are interested in the research that we conduct and are considering the Scripps graduate program, please feel free to contact Dr. James Day. Our main areas of research are in the fields of cosmochemistry and mantle and crustal geochemistry.

If you would like to use the facilities at SIGL for your own research we offer the use of our instruments on a recharge basis, at cost effective rates. To learn more about how SIGL can assist you please visit our Facilities page.

Welcome to the Scripps Isotope Geochemistry Laboratory (SIGL). The laboratory specialises in high-precision isotopic analyses, elemental abundances and petrology. The SIGL seeks qualified and enthusiastic graduate students and would normally aim to support students as research assistants. If you are interested in the research that we conduct and are considering the Scripps graduate program, please feel free to contact me through the Scripps Institution of Oceanography website. Our main areas of research are in the fields of cosmochemistry and mantle and crustal geochemistry.

Congratulations to Jen, Eric, Jacques and Nicole for successfully defending their Masters theses!!!


 

The Searchers


James M D Day, 2018

Way down in the South, where nothing else roams, Stand three tents on the ice, golden statues of stone.
Within are four guys, come to search the unknown, Eking a living out of frozen boxes from home.
Where do they come from and why perservere? To search for space rocks that might reveal why we’re here.
But nothing is certain, nothing is known, For the weather it howls and the wind it does groan.
In the frigid cold air stands wily old John, Thirty-six seasons of cold, yet still he comes home.
He watches the sky, the clouds and the snow, Can we search? Should we stay? He looks and he knows.
In the tents lie Scott from the north, and Ioannis from Greece, Both new to this place, but they enjoy none the least.
Despite the cold, the wind and the pain, Antarctica grips you, you see, there’s nothing so plain.
What’s the allure, what’s the spell, of this place that’s so white and so cold, yet so swell?
Perhaps the sastrugi, the light, and the way it plays on the ice, or the Skidoos and tracks that they leave in a trice.
Perhaps it’s the meteorites, or the freezing cold air, Whatever it is, why ever we came, Antarctica’s grip reigns you once over again.
The last of the four, I sit and I write, looking for meteorites, well that’s alright! Awake in the tent, waiting to see, if the Antarctic will unlock its secrets to me.
Now, as you read this, in front of the fire, Beware, this place holds some despair and requires, Patience and stoicism, and slow deliberate respire.
The time in the tent is time not on the ice, finding the stones that keep science alight.