After many years of research, the Blue Tit Molecule has been discovered. The big breakthrough occurred about two years ago when an array of intersecting laser beams was trained upon a skin sample, thus allowing one single Blue Tit Molecule to be "decoded" into its individual components . It took several months after that initial breakthrough to work out the actual structure and connectivity of the whole molecule of course, Amazingly, they have also found that each adult male Blue Tit consists of exactly 338 327 950 288 419 716 939 937 510 582 Blue Tit molecules. And each one of these identical complex molecules contains 187 atoms. It is hoped that this will enable the research team to discover molecules of many other, if not all, species of bird. It will take time, but it is do-able. They are, quite naturally, assuming that these will be basically similar in structure to the BTM , and that the differences in related species will be small, and those differences will become progressively more significant in more distant groups of birds. It is quite possible that new, unexpected changes will have to be made in the classification system if this research continues. This has been a classic piece of " for-the-sake-of-doing-it" science. Nobody really knows if it is ever going to be of any practical "use." It just had to be done. And why not ? But here's the funny thing .... I first wrote a similar thing a good while ago , and I put it on my then birding blog ... the one that totally vanished. The whole blog. Along with my other blogs as well. Grrrrrr. Anyway ...... I wrote it during the midday break at work. I sat there in the communal staff room and tapped away at the keyboard. Just as I was getting to the finish, one of my colleagues looked over my shoulder and read what I had written. This is a rough account of our conversation ... Then she said .... " how did they count all those molecules ?" And I thought, er, what ? And I said to her.. " What molecules ?" "The Blue Tit molecules they've just discovered" she replied, puzzled. Again, I thought for a second or two. Surely she didn't really ......... she didn't really think there were actual .... " They're not really made of Blue Tit molecules " I said. Her reply ... " Well, they ARE made of molecules aren't they ?" Me... " But they're not all the same. They're not "Blue Tit molecules." She " Well what are they then? They're Blue Tits aren't they ?" Me .. " Yes, but the molecules aren't all the same. She ... " Of course they are. .. and so it went on.... she wouldn't have it that it was a joke .... as far as she was concerned, Blue Tits were obviously made of molecules so they must all be Blue Tit molecules. And all the same.Why did they go to the bother of counting them if they weren't ? Well, we got nowhere with that. Worrying, isn't it. It was a bit like that thing I wrote about the Moa not being extinct. Thousands of people read it. Hundreds every day. Why ? My explanation for how it was re-created was absolutely ridiculous. It never occurred to me that people might believe it. That was on the blog that disappeared too .... but I rewrote it for this one. Here's the link ...... 5-the-moa-is-not-extinct.html Right ... enough sillistuff and daftication ... here's the music ... Feu ! Chatterton .... " Souvenir " ..a spot of seawatching methinks ? 1st Rule of life ... those telescopes are always, always, always CRAP. J'aimais ta peau dorée
Toi qui me donnais tout Dans ta main délivrée J'aimais la peau dorée Et maintenant je pleure Ton nom Et maintenant je pleure Ton nom Un oiseau chante je ne sais où C'est, je crois, ton âme qui veille Les mois ont passé, les saisons Mais moi je suis resté le même Qui aime, qui attend Que revienne le printemps Qui aime, qui attend Et reconnaître un jour le printemps Nous ne nous reverrons plus sur Terre Dit le poème le passé vient plus vite qu'on le pense À genoux j'implore ciel et mer, Et ce brin de bruyère Un souvenir pour récompense Quel est cet endroit, où, dans l'ombre confuse Les démons et les anges se mélangent Ah je te rejoins dans cette brume épaisse Que le tabac, le bon joint, obscurcissent Alors je pleure Ton nom Oui je pleure Ton nom Un oiseau chante je ne sais où C'est je crois ton âme qui veille Les mois ont passés comme toujours, les saisons Mais moi je suis resté le même Qui attend Que revienne le printemps Qui aime, qui espère Connaître la fin de l'hiver Nous ne nous reverrons plus sur Terre Dit le poème, le passé vient plus vite qu'on le pense À genoux j'implore ciel et mer, Et ce brin de bruyère Seul souvenir pour récompense Ouais, comme Appolinaire Un souvenir pour récompense Nous regagnerons la confiance Nous regagnerons la confiance Comme une terre ferme Comme une terre ferme À jamais Nous regagnerons la confiance Nous regagnerons la confiance Comme la terre ferme Comme une terre ferme À jamais De l'autre côté, de l'autre côté de la mer Il ne me reste plus rien de toi Que seule ton absence m'appartient On s'est laissé à l'orée de ce bois C'est un joli jardin, je crois C'est un joli jardin, je crois C'est un joli jardin, coloré il se voit, L'orée de ce bois L'orée de ce bois, où l'on s'est laissé
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