In my opinion hangover sufferers deny any memory of the night preceding (and therefore, apparently, limit their responsibility for whatever they did) more often that it’s actually true. The whole idea sounded like a myth to me, until one night in college…Anyhow, thanks to the work of UCSF researcher Ulrike Heberlein we now have some idea not only that I was wrong, but how the phenomenon might work. So here is a toast to some of the coolest research in recent years, the discovery of a set of alcohol-sensitive mutants named cheapdate, lightweight, barfly and tipsy, and what drunk flies have to say about us.
In my science posting I haven’t given fly geneticists that much credit because, to be honest, I’m unfairly biased against the fly guys. In fact half of what we know about genetics today we know because of the humble fruit fly Drosophila melanogaster. If genetics was American music fruit flies are folk, blues, jazz, R&B and half of rock and roll. Stretching the analogy further, human genetics came on temporally and influence-wise about like rap.
The simple reason for that is similar to why practically everybody in the early days of biochemistry found himself or herself studying hemoglobin. Basically, unlike most proteins hemoglobin has a color (red). That means that people who wanted to purify hemoglobin from all of the other proteins in the body didn’t need a UV spectrometer or any other fancy gimmick that we developed later. They could just run mashed-up tissue through a series of purification columns based on the protein’s size, charge and affinity for hydrophobic vs. hydrophilic surfaces (oil vs. water), and collect just the red stuff. After a series of those, voila, you end up with pure hemoglobin. I’ve actually done that and while I would not call it easy, compared with the hoops people go through to purify practically any other protein getting pure hemoglobin is a stone cinch.
Fruit flies (cute picture of Drosophila at left) have unique salivary glands which produce hundreds of copies of each chromosome rather than the usual two. In cells preparing to divide these mega-chromosomes condense and line up next to each other, as seen on right:
A: Meet Drosophila melanogaster. Image: c J.Berger, Max-Planck-
Institute Tübingen; B: The Drosophila chromosome squash, God’s gift to genetics.
It turned out that drosophila chromosomes (there are four, plus a sex chromosome) have characterstic banding patterns that correspond to intervals of dense and less-dense DNA. In short order folks mapped the light-and-dark bands on every chromosome, and then the big leap happened as far as genetics is concerned. Some fruit flies carried a mutation, say curled-up wings or odd-colored eyes, which seemed to pass on to the next generation along with a slight disturbance in their chromosome banding. One specific band was gone, or it appeared twice, or a series of bands had been cut out and put back in reverse.
Eventually people mapped hundreds of mutants to their respective defects on the chromosome. Now let’s say that you want to map genes that makes wings become wings instead of a new pair of legs. Using the existing ‘map’ of known mutations pinpointing the location of a new mutation becomes no problem. Just breed your unknown mutant with known, already-mapped mutants. If the mystery mutant and the known mutant sit on different chromosomes or a long way from each other on the same chromosome the grandkids of your ‘testcross’ will have an even mix of either one of the mutations, both or neither. If the genes fall close to eath other, however, you find that most of the grandkids have both mutations or neither and very few with one or the other.
These simple tools, plus a few that I’ve left out, allowed the fly-pushers to uncover the fundamental rules of genetics. A large fraction of known human genes first made their appearance when somebody discovered a fruit fly with a unique characterstic, mapped the mutant and discovered what the gene does. Since they can’t perform very many ethical experiments on their subjects, human geneticists often start off with the fruits of a fly pusher’s work and simply look to see whether the same or similar gene can be found in us. I’m necessarily giving short shrift to the great folks working in yeast genetics, but this being a beer blog the topic of yeast hardly gets ignored.
By now it should be clear why a young scientist who wanted to uncover the basic genetics of inebriation, alcoholism and alcohol tolerance chose to work with fruit flies. There’s a bit more – on top of fruit flies being a great genetic model, people and flies both have a history of alcohol consumption that stretches back over evolutionary time (read more about that here) and we have nervous systems that largely work in the same way, so there’s reason to expect that we and they will respond similarly. As Heberlein noted recently:
It became immediately apparent that the behavioral changes elicited by acute ethanol exposure are remarkably similar in flies and mammals. Flies show signs of acute intoxication, which range from locomotor stimulation at low doses to complete sedation at higher doses and they develop tolerance upon intermittent ethanol exposure. [Heberlein et al. (2004) Integrative and Comparative Biology 44:269-274]
You cannot tell fly researchers apart based on how they make mutations – there are only a few more-or-less standard ways to insert random mistakes into a fly’s genome – and once one identifies a mutation the procedures for tracking down where exactly the mistake happened are more or less standard. The real magic is in the behavioral assays that fly-pushers come up with to select mutations they want out of thousands and thousands of randomly-mutated flies. Folks searching for the genes controlling flight will look for flies that can’t reach an elevated food trap while folks asking which genes control memory will test to see which flies can’t learn to choose only the food that does not carry a mild electric charge. In a search for mutants that got drunk unusually fast Heberlein built the inebriometer.
A – the alcohol without liquid (AWOL) inhaler; B – Dr. Heberlein’s
inebriometer*. Copyright Cell Press
Heberlein’s device (B) basically amounts to an alcohol vaporizer (A) connected to a column of funnels stacked on top of each other. Flies start out in the space at the top of the column, but as the effects of demon rum set in they lose their coordination and drop into the next column, and then the one after that, and so on. Eventually the drunkest flies reach the pass-out stage and drop through straight to the bottom.
The first fly to drop out of Heberlein’s inebriometer, the appropriately-named cheapdate mutant, barely needed the fly equivalent of a Kahlua shot before it folded it up its wings and dropped. Cheapdate unexpectedly mapped to a protein called amnesiac, so named because amnesiac mutant flies show a total block in tests for learning and memory. More mutants originally known for their defects in memory and learning – rutabaga and fasciclin II – went throught the inebriometer and dropped out almost as fast as cheapdate. These results suggest that the same proteins which keep our gin-soaked brains operating are actually moonlighting from their regular job as mediators of memory.
The amnesiac gene encodes a neurotransmitter while rutabaga makes a protein involved in the cyclic-AMP signaling pathway. More mutants have been identified but haven’t yet been characterized to the same degree as cheapdate: lightweight has the same effect as cheapdate but acts on a different gene, while barfly and tipsy have opposite effects in the inebriometer, the former making flies more resistant to alcohol and the latter making them sensitive. Unlike cheapdate and lightweight, barfly and tipsy influence alcohol’s sedative effect instead of its impact on posture and coordination.
Like any good research the work by Dr. Heberlein and others raises ten questions before it gets close to answering one. Does a drinking binge swamp the cAMP signaling pathway so badly keeping our soaked brains functioning that it can’t keep up with its usual job of making memory? Could be. Dr. Heberlein has already made the leap from flies to mammals, so we may know much more soon.
(*) Bellen, C. (1998) Cell 93: 909-912
That is one of the coolest things I have ever read.
You expect us to read all of that?
Just tell me how many alcohol-soaked flies I have to eat, already!
I’m envisioning a human version of the inebriometer, and it makes it difficult to type.
Now this, this is a post worthy of beer-blogging. Tim, thanks for making what’s probably a fairly complex process easy to comprehend. It warms the cockles of this science nerd’s heart.
Have a great weekend.
FDDD’s PhD is in fruit fly genetics — and, like Tim says, the assays they use are amazing…and sometimes, quite tedious. I spent many a long evening grading papers in F’s lab while she meticulously gassed flies with C0_2, and then carefully blew them across a small pad to turn them over without harming their wings, and then, with a sigh, dumped them into a tank of mineral oil.
Of course, there were the three or four occasions when the “puff-puff-puff-mutter-curse-dump-puff-puff…” was interrupted: “puff-puff-puff-mutter-pause-OHMYFUCKINGGODLOOKATTHAT”…but that’s science.
By the way, the reason melanogaster is studied is a lot more pedestrian than the salivary gland chromosomes. The dirty truth is that D. melanogaster is widely available and easily captured in Ithaca, New York.
Dr. H looks hot. Anyone know if she’s married? Perhaps a UCSF-Toronado joint research project is called for.
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Well, cheapdate and tipsy are nice genes and all, but I think Im Not Dead Yet is the best named and maybe most promising of Drosophila’s genes. Unless you’re trying to get laid with fruitflies, anyhow.
And Demimondian, tell the whole truth – the reason there are so many fruit flies in Ithaca is the prevalence of Rusted Root fans. You can find similar populations near Chapel Hill NC, Oberlin, OH, and Burlington, VT. John Derbyshire sees the causal chain in reverse here, of course, and would chalk up the prevalence of the RR fans as being “on account of the flies.” Sadly, science has not yet discovered at what makes humans susceptible to Rusted Root, though some suspect it’s related to Dutch Elm Disease.
Man, pickin’ on hippies never gets old, does it?
Careful, AL. Rusted Root used to play Thursdays at the late Graffiti lounge, less than a mile from where I grew up. A good friend hung around with them before they owned an amp. Under torture I might admit that, yes, my friend was a hippie and I mostly went to Graffiti for the Friday band, the Affordable Floors, but it’s still nice to see local boys make it big.
About Ithaca I think that you’re putting the cart before the horse. Rusted Root is a symptom of a phenomenon that’s been brewing ever since the real pagans moved west to get out of Salem (or something like that…).
FWIW, I happen to be a fair to middling Rusted Root fan, and I grew up not too far from Ithaca and like the place, and don’t even mind the hippies there – they tend to be better educated than most hippies. I’ve kneewalked Ithaca several times. It’s a great way to see the town.