Word: bit
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...your shorts, go out in the freezing rain and pound heads and smash bodies together for two hours before lunch. Then, after you've gotten so cold, wet and bruised that you feel like crawling into your General Electric toaster-oven, go out and do it again. Sounds a bit crazy? Well, that's rugby...
...exception, each of the ten central figures goes in search of a human connection, and each comes up empty-handed (if only in the figurative sense). Move over Teenage Wasteland, the film says, and make way for an equally parched desert peopled with men and women who are a bit older but no less confused and frustrated than the Who's quadrophenic...
...would seem to be highly limited. But the tiny creatures have devised a cunning alternative. Besides their single, large, ringed chromosome (which is the repository of most of their genes), they possess much smaller closed loops of DNA, called plasmids-which consist of only a few genes. This extra bit of DNA-genetic small change, as it has been dubbed-serves a highly useful purpose. When two bacteria brush against each other, they sometimes form a connecting bridge. During such a "conjugation," a plasmid from one bacterium may be passed into the other...
...early days provided Terkel with plenty to find. He grew up in the city that produced the fictional Studs Lonigan and Augie March and the real Al Capone. His mother owned a boardinghouse and later leased a hotel near the Loop. Its lobby was a stage set filled with bit players of the '20s: drifters, grifters, autodidacts, a few nuts and bolts from the political machine. Some of the guests, Terkel remembers, "favored me with little nickel blue books: writings of Eugene V. Debs, Clarence Darrow, Thomas Paine, Bob Ingersoll, Upton Sinclair, Voltaire." Young Terkel was ripe for this...
...Radcliffe Water Polo team hosted a four-squad round-robin tournament at the IAB Friday and Saturday, but the competition proved a bit too much for the 'Cliffie swimmers...