From organ replacement medicine to genomic precision medicine. Documenting all the way from Organ Donation to Gene Editing: The "Creative Destruction of Medicine". Organ replacement technologies. 3D Bioprinting. Fablabs. DIY Bio. New-Gen Genome Sequencing. Gene Therapy (transplanting genes into cells, rewriting patients' DNA). MOOCs. mHealth.
In Memoriam Pr. Emmanuel Andronikof, Mathematician, Steve Jobs: "Think different," and Aaron Swartz: "Access to information is a human right."
Informations sur ce blog - Mes favoris
▼
Cristin Milioti, an outstanding performer
She's performing in one of my favorite musicals, "Once" ("The Girl") ...
"On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I might one day rue I saw the danger and I passed Along the enchanted way And said let grief be a fallen leaf At the dawning of the day
On Grafton Street in November We tripped lightly along the ledge Of a deep ravine where can be seen The worth of passion's pledge The Queen of Hearts still making tarts And I not making hay Oh I loved too much and by such by such Is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret signs Known to the artists who have known The true gods of sound and stone And word and tint I did not stint I gave her poems to say With her own name there And her own dark hair Like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had loved not as I should A creature made of clay When the angel woos the clay He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day"
"On Raglan Road of an autumn day
RépondreSupprimerI saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And said let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day
On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such
Is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret signs
Known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint I did not stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there
And her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day"
http://artists.letssingit.com/irish-music-lyrics-raglan-road-x9mzlqc#axzz2ElmqzqcZ