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...Whatever the economic reasons behind such disparities, those involved in the business of genomics emphasized that biotechnology has yet to produce the promised pot of gold. Venture capitalist G. Steven Burrill estimated that investors had poured some $220 billion in biotechnology startups in the past two decades and still haven?t made any money. But some of the speakers felt that could soon change?and urged the U.S. not to let this opportunity slip by such shortsighted policies as curbing stem-cell research, a decision that has led at least one prominent scientist to move...
...It’s just like different sounds to me, you know? I don’t really differentiate between a violin, or percussion, or emceeing…I just see them as different sounds all in a sort of hot pot,” Vadim says. “There’s elements of all kinds of stuff in my music, because I listen to everything, from reggae, to rap, to hip hop, to soul, to funk, to jazz, to ethnic music...
...dare you take a pot shot at FSU. I can’t figure ot [sic] weather [sic] you are a nerd or a socialite. If anything I would say a guy with zero game. Being of crimson bloodline one would think you would go to more than just any smoke-filled pour house. Hence, you stuffed shirt fag boys don’t know what a real party is like, just as the river Charles is as clean as your meaningful college career as a go getter across the great 50. To those whom have not seen...
...abolitionist John Rankin was that recognizable type, a scalding Old Testament moralist dropped into 19th century America, a place that was already a boiling pot. He was also a Presbyterian preacher, but not the type to turn the other cheek. In 1841, after a pro-slavery raiding party attempted to burn his house, he put forward a summation of his principles: "It is as much a duty to shoot the midnight assassin in his attacks as it is to pray...
...massive rhododendron groves. My first days were long, about five hours of hiking broken up by a leisurely lunch. By the fourth day I was hiking only three hours to better adjust to the 3,000-m-plus altitude. I spent my afternoons lounging in the sun with a pot of tea and a book or visiting nearby hot springs with a cold beer. Hard-core? Hardly. I was getting more rest on my two-and-a-half-week holiday here than from the last six vacations combined...