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who tells the birds where to fly?
Author: naharchowck
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How does DNA copy itself, three billion letters at a time, with only a handful of mistakes? This article traces how Mendel’s abstract “gene” found its home in DNA, how the double helix unzips and rebuilds itself, and how rare copying errors explain everything from Queen Victoria’s “royal disease” to why marrying close relatives is…

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बिसौँ शताब्दीको शुरूवातका दशकमा आनुवंशिक/जेनेटीक सूचनाहरू प्रोटिनले सञ्चय गर्छ भन्ने धेरैलाई लाग्थ्यो। हुन पनि शरीरमा अनेकौँ जटिल कार्यहरू गर्ने भिन्नभिन्न स्वरूपका धेरै थरी प्रोटिन हुन्छन्। त्यो समय, कोषको केन्द्रमा पाइने डीएनएजस्तो सामान्य अणुले जेनेटीक सूचना राख्न सक्छ भनेर कसैले पनि सोचेका थिएनन्। सन् १९५३ को मार्चमा वाट्सन र क्रिकले डीएनएको संरचनाको पूर्ण मोडल बनाए। अर्को…

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डीएनए आविष्कारका लागि निकै पछिसम्म श्रेय नपाएकी उनलाई आधुनिक भाइरोलोजीले उच्च श्रेय दिएको छ, उनले गरेको कामकै आधारमा अझै पनि कतिपय भाइरसको अनुसन्धान हुने गर्छ। सन् १९६१ सम्म रोजालिन्ड बाँचिराखेकी भए सायद उनले पनि पो त्यो नोबेल पुरस्कार पाउँथिन् होला कि, विल्किन्सको सट्टा। अहिले सोच्न त पाइयो, तर इतिहासमा धेरै रोजालिन्ड छन्, यस वर्षको नोबेल…

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She received little credit for the discovery of DNA until much later, but modern virology holds her in high regard- research on many viruses still builds on her work. Had Franklin been alive in 1962, perhaps she, rather than Wilkins, would have received that Nobel Prize. We can only wonder now. But history has many…

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I do not buy the ticket. I keep the boy a boy, I keep the tree, and the light switch exactly where my hand remembers. I keep a house where the hinge still complains. I keep a lane the rain has not yet hardened. I keep my mother’s voice in the next room, counting something,…

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तर म जान्दछु, म पुग्दा मेरो घरले मलाई चिन्ने छैन। भित्ता पोतिएको हुनेछ। चौखटले मलाई नचिनी बस्नेछ। चुकुल अहिले कसैले तेल हालिसक्यो होला। बत्तीको स्विच अर्कैको हातले भेट्टाउने छ। र म उभिनेछु, पाहुना भएर, आफ्नै आँगनमा।

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A poem about loving the letter more than the sending – and the letter that goes out everywhere but to you.

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The Saxons had a phrase for the ruins the Romans left behind: enta geweorc — the work of giants. Standing before stone arches no living craftsman could replicate, they could not bring themselves to believe a human hand had laid them. They were right to be humbled. Rome ruled Britain for nearly four hundred years,…

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Oh, the wind is a thief and the mountains are tall, And I’m just a witness to the rise and the fall. I’m tracing the shadows where the memory stays, Trading my tomorrows for my yesterdays.

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मिनपचासको जाडोमा कठ्याङ्ग्रिएको देश- यहाँ मौसम होइन, विवेक चिसिएको छ। अफसोस, हामीलाई त कठ्यांग्रिनुमै ‘निशाचर’ आनन्द छ।

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I found you a year ago on this day, and I promised to wish you not virtually the next time around. I failed the geography of that promise, but not the truth of it. This is not just pixels on a screen. It is a heartbeat sent across the wire.

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A major breakthrough from Spain’s CNIO claims to cure pancreatic cancer in mice. This analysis explains the ‘triple blockade’ science and why the road to human trials is still long and risky. Read the full reality check.

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इतिहासले सोध्नेछ, त्यो कालो सेप्टेम्बरपछि देशमा के फेरियो? थाहा छैन हामी के भन्नेछौँ, यहाँ जब सुसासन खोज्दै बितेका सपनाहरू निर्वाचनको कच्चा पदार्थ बनाएर नयाँ मसिहाहरूले बोक्न थालेका छन्। म आक्रोशित छैन, आक्रोश त ऊर्जा हो। म थाकेको छु, रियालिटी सो बनेको देशमा नयाँ भविष्यको विपनाले, अब रमिता छ।

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Did faith hatch before the farm? Discover how 13,000-year-old ruins at Göbekli Tepe and Boncuklu Tarla are rewriting human history?

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यो पार्टी न इतिहासले बाँचेको हो न चुनावले, न बी.पी.को नामले। यो, लाज बाँकी रहेसम्म मात्र बाँच्छ। र जब लाज पनि सकिन्छ- तब पार्टी इतिहास होइन, स्मारक बन्छ।

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दिनहरू चल्छन्, तर समय हिँड्दैन। चेतनाको एउटा छाल आउँछ, तिम्रो यादलाई किनारमा छोड्छ, र फेरि आफ्नै गहिराइतिर फर्कन्छ।

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पृथ्वीनारायण! तिमी आयौ? सिंहदरबारको गेटमा उभिएको सालिकले ठड्याएको औँला अब देश हाँक्ने बाटो होइन, युवाहरूलाई ‘एयरपोर्ट’ को बाटो देखाइरहेछ।

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कामरेड, तिमी फर्कियौ, बा–पुस्ताको आवाज लिएर। दाउरा सुरुवालको स्मृति अझै बाँकी थियो। महल, कुर्सी, र भाषणहरूले त्यो स्मृति मेटाए। हामी सुन्दै बुढा भयौँ, सपना नबोलिकन। हामी उभियौँ, नामसहित, अर्थविहीन।

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