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Heartwarming (Scientific) Stories about Cats
quires surgical intervention, which takes time and resources. Now, scientists have tried a simply applied, non-surgical “gene shot” on six female cats, with promising results.The small study size was intentional, allowing strict scientific scrutiny of each cat and the mechanics of the new anti-pregnancy approach. As a result, researchers were able to extensively analyze “15,220 freeze-dried poop samples for estrogen and progesterone levels and A Virginian biotech company called InBio, which specializes in such things as asthma and allergy research, is exploring CRISPR to make one of the world’s most popular pets less allergenic. Such “CRISPR kitties” could be a blessing for many sneeze-prone people.Cat allergies affect up to 15% of people, meaning the “domestic cat is the most common source of mammalian allergen.” Most afflicted folks are attacked by a protein called Fel d 1, which mediates the allergic response in 95% of cat-allergic patients. This allergy-accelerating protein is in cat saliva and skin oil, and good luck avoiding those.Thankfully, scientists discovered that this protein apparently doesn’t appear to do anything, and cats could easily live without it. Its actual purpose? Who knows. What is known is that targeting the production of this protein via gene editing could be vastly more effective than allergy pills and other treatments.Helping cats enjoy happy, healthy lives also depends on humanely reducing stray populations. Yet it re[examine] 1,200 hours of video of mating behavior,” according to William Swanson, animal research director at Cincinnati Zoo & Botanical Garden.The shot injects a gene into the muscle cells, leading to the pumping of the contraceptive anti-Mullerian hormone (AMH). AMH works by disrupting egg follicle development in the ovaries. Giving cats this gene therapy shot prevented pregnancies for at least two years.Further research is needed to decide its overall safety and efficacy, but it’s a fascinating advance for global feline welfare.
By MA Abdelkarim2 years ago in BookClub
E-Signatures and Data Privacy in the Philippines: Challenges and Solutions
In the digital age, the adoption of electronic signatures, commonly referred to as e-signatures, has revolutionized the way individuals and businesses authenticate documents. In the Philippines, e-signatures have gained significant traction, offering a seamless and efficient alternative to traditional paper-based signatures. However, this shift towards digitalization comes with its own set of challenges, particularly concerning data privacy.
By AJ Gutierrez2 years ago in BookClub
Heaven's Sister
The school in town is completely different from the one in my hometown. Although it lacks the cool shade of trees, it is very spacious and clean. After the initial two days of confusion, the son of our neighbor in the countryside helped me find a room near the school. I share the room with a Tay guy who came to the town to study on a scholarship.Outside of school, I often take walks near the lake, go to the stadium to watch football matches, and sometimes, when I feel too sad, I climb up the water tower near the school to sit and gaze at the small houses, cars, and trees below. Being in a new school and class, most of my classmates come from well-off families in the town. With my poor and unsophisticated appearance, it's difficult for me to fit in with them. However, I don't really mind. I don't have a strong desire to socialize with anyone; I just want to go to school and come back home. If someone asks me something, I will answer, but otherwise, I'm fine spending whole days without saying a word. For some time, I was considered an eccentric in the class, but it didn't bother me much.Every month, at the beginning of the month, my stepmother sends me rice, money, salt, and other necessary items. Without fail, she ensures I never go hungry or lack anything. Sometimes, the children write letters to me. The letters usually have three parts: one from my grandmother, one from my stepmother, and a short line at the end from the children saying, "Mr. Bi, try to study well..." Even though the content is often the same, I still feel excited every time I receive a letter. My stepmother's handwriting is round and neat, and I can sense her emotions through the words.Despite the school not being too far from my house, around 50 kilometers, in the past, it was challenging to make the journey and we were concerned about the expenses. Therefore, I always stayed at school until Tet (Lunar New Year) and didn't go home.One day, when I returned home from school, I saw Luyen standing in front of the house, holding a piece of paper with an address in her hand. I was surprised and asked her, "Did you ride your bike all the way here? It's such a long distance, are you crazy?"She explained that she had two days off, so she came to visit me. She left at 5:00 a.m. and had just arrived. Moreover, she also wanted to see what the town was like.I helped her unload the items from her bicycle—a bag of rice, my grandmother's cakes, half of an aunt's duck, and a bag of crushed grilled rice paper due to the long journey.That night, she slept in my room because I didn't want her to ride back home at night, fearing for her safety. The Tay guy knew what to do, so he went to sleep over at a neighbor's house. Since my room was small, there wasn't enough space for three people. Luyen was tired from the long journey, so she took a shower and then fell asleep. I sat and studied until late at night.My room is only 12 square meters wide and cluttered with various things, so the sleeping area also serves as the dining and reception area. I lay down next to her, which was the first time in my life I slept so close to a girl. I turned to face the wall, but something compelled me to turn and look at her. Luyen is in 8th grade now, entering adolescence. In the dim light of the study lamp, I suddenly realized that she was no longer the dark-skinned girl from before. After two years at home, where she no longer had to tend to buffaloes or catch snails, and no longer had to endure hardships, she had become plump and her skin had become much fairer. I lay on my side, facing her, and suddenly I realized that compared to all the girls I had ever met or studied with, she was the most beautiful... She was incredibly beautiful, and I wondered why I had only just realized it now. Maybe it was because I had been away from home for half a year, and everything seemed unfamiliar...I gazed at her until midnight, then went out for a walk. I was afraid of myself, afraid of my trembling hands reaching out and pulling back, afraid of my own desires. I felt repulsive and ugly, like a devil...The next morning, I wrote a letter requesting permission to leave school and took her around town. With just a little over half a month left until Tet, the streets were unusually beautiful. Or perhaps it was something within me that made everything suddenly appear beautiful? I wasn't sure anymore; all I knew was that Luyen stared blankly at the rows of tall buildings and the bustling, crowded market, which were completely different from thesmall, deserted market back home.I drove her to my school to show her around, bought her a sandwich from outside the school gate, which wasn't available in the countryside, and even bought her a hairpin. It had been a while since I had seen her smile. Her smile was different from other girls; there was a hint of distant sadness in it, even though I knew she was genuinely happy.When it was time for her to leave, I blurted out, "Be careful when riding back. When you reach home, go to Ms. Tu's house and call me using the number I just wrote down." After saying that, I realized it was the first time I had called her "you." But it didn't matter; I could tell we were both old enough to address each other that way, and I knew it made her happy.
By Quang2 years ago in BookClub
Heaven's Sister
The new school is nearly 50km away from my house. Unfortunately, I can't cycle such a long distance with my broken bicycle. If I were to attend high school there, I would have to study away from home, possibly even abroad. The problem is not that I don't want to go to a school far away, but rather the various problems that would arise if I stayed in a boarding house – accommodation, food, school expenses, electricity, water, and so on. The most significant issue is money, which my family lacks the most at this time, especially since my father, the breadwinner, is no longer with us.While we were having a meal, I shared my thoughts with my stepmother: "It's okay for me to stay home and study. If I live in a boarding house, I won't have the money to continue my education. Besides, I prefer staying at home. I'll find someone to play with here." Upon hearing this, she stopped eating and spoke to me in a serious manner: "Listen to me, you must go to school. If I can take care of everything, you can focus on studying. In the future, I will grow old and weak, and won't have the strength anymore. Then, you will have to take care of Luyen's child on my behalf..." She spoke at length, emphasizing that I must fulfill my father's wishes, reminding me that the future is long, and that I should study well and be a role model for my younger siblings. She herself had limited education and struggled to express herself fully, but she understood the pain of not being able to go to school, not having the opportunity to receive an education. Luyen sat quietly and listened; she also wanted me to go to school, and she even expressed her own desire to attend school in the future. She mentioned that if she could attend a specialized school like me, she would study to become a teacher.One day, at the end of August, I woke up very early to prepare for my departure. I wrapped myself in a sweater and a hood to protect against the cold weather. My backpack was packed with Luyen's clothes which she had prepared for me the day before, along with a bag containing a jar of dried shrimp made by my stepmother, a bag of rice in a stork bran bag, and a few miscellaneous items. In our area, the local transportation facilities were scarce. Whenever we needed to travel, we had to rely on coal cars. Whenever my father went to town to buy medicine or attend agricultural skills classes, his clothes would be soaked in sweat, and coal dust and soot would stick to him, making him pitch black and his face dirty, like Bao Cong...That was also the first time in my life that I left the impoverished district town where I was born and raised. On that day, my stepmother had to continue selling goods because if she stopped for even a day, her capital would be depleted. The previous night, she had given me thorough instructions. As I sat and listened to her guidance, I began to sense her feelings towards me, her stepchild whom she had to deal with every day, a child who was often rebellious and caused trouble...I took Luyen to my grandmother's house, with her sitting behind me and holding my backpack and belongings. My grandmother knew I would visit her that morning, so she stood outside the door with her cane, waiting. After spending some time talking with my grandmother, I reminded her to return home in time for the car. She handed me a tightly rolled ball of money, secured with an elastic band, and told me to use it as needed. The money was old and worn. Perhaps my grandmother had been saving it for a long time... She told me to study hard and become a doctor so that I could treat her back pain and her eyes, and so she could proudly tell everyone in the neighborhood, "My son Bi has achieved great success. He passed the exam and got into the biggest school in town..." Now that I have become a doctor, my grandmother has already passed away...The bus station in my hometown is nothing more than an empty lot near the market. In the morning, it serves as a bus station; at noon, it becomes a place for fish traders to dry their fish; and in the afternoon, it turns into a soccer field for children. Luyen insisted on waiting for me to get on the bus before leaving. I was squeezed into the last row of seats. I pressed my face against the rear window, watching her small figure fade away in the mist of the mountain morning. Later, whenever I had the opportunity to travel by car or bus, I would often choose the last row of seats, the place most people avoided, just to occasionally look out the window, searching for something, something vague...
By Quang2 years ago in BookClub
Heaven's Sister
I just arrived home on the twenty-ninth day of Tet. My grandmother and aunt had been waiting at my house for a while. While we were eating, they asked me all sorts of questions and listened quietly as I told stories about studying in town and about things I didn't have in my hometown. I shared all the things that had happened in the six months I was away from home. It was my first time being away, so the family meal felt delicious and unusually cozy, not as painful as when I was back in the countryside. I felt foolish for not appreciating large meals at home before.That night, I took Luyen for a walk. I asked her to tell me stories about home, her studies, and miscellaneous stories from the village. She sat behind me, whispering loudly about the neighbor who had just gotten married, about the dog at home giving birth to two puppies, and how she learned to eat rice so she took it to the market to sell. She also shared stories about her grandmother who used to come and ask when I would be back, and about the secondary school that had just built another block of buildings.At that time, my hometown didn't have street lights, but because it was close to Tet, every house was lit up with bright lights to wrap cakes and display chicken and pork. I drove to a foreign dam on the edge of town, where I used to go to the bathroom with my friends. Sitting on the bank of the dam, feeling the cool wind blowing, and talking to Luyen, I realized that things had changed a lot since I first came here. I had grown up, at least in my mind.As I drifted off to sleep, remembering the time on the dam, I suddenly felt strangely excited. Why did Luyen smile so charmingly just now? Why did she neatly clip the mane I bought for her today? She looked so cute and tidy, not as messy as before. I was in that mood because when I was in high school, I read the first love book of my life, which was "Wuthering Heights." In other words, I had begun to daydream about things that I previously thought were nonsense and despicable.That was 1995, the first year fireworks were banned during Tet. Tet became less fun. Besides, my family was in mourning, so I didn't want to go anywhere. I spent the past few Tet days alone at home with a black-and-white TV that had a creaky latch. On the 5th day of Tet, he returned home. He went back to his hometown to visit his grandmother on the 2nd. He had to return today so he could go back to school on the 7th. She entered the house, wearing a blue pleated skirt and a white round-neck shirt. That was the old-fashioned style of most girls in my hometown. Suppressing my surprise when I first saw her in a dress, I nodded in greeting and continued to look at the TV. But deep down, I was terribly curious. I wanted to turn and look at her, see her figure in the dress, see her dressed up for the first time. I tried to restrain myself from looking away from the TV, but I couldn't resist. I don't know why I did it again. All I know is that even though I looked that way, I had no idea what the TV was showing because my mind and thoughts belonged to another place.I went back to town to continue studying, bringing with me a strange feeling of sadness about my younger sister. The image of her during Tet haunted me. It appeared in my dreams, during my leisurely afternoons, when I sat on a high water tank, in the classroom, and even dimly on the water surface of the lake, startling me as if I were falling asleep.In May, when the cicadas were buzzing in preparation for summer, my aunt wrote me a letter telling me to come home quickly. I found it strange that it wasn't my sister who wrote the letter, but my aunt. Her voice in the letter was unusually urgent. That afternoon, after finishing school, I took a bus and went home that night...
By Quang2 years ago in BookClub
Heaven's Sister
Those clumsy childhood days passed quickly, with the same war horse that I carried throughout my childhood and the last days of my student life at the district school. But now, I no longer tried to drive him quickly to scare him. Instead, I drove him straight to school, like an older brother taking his younger sister. Yes, she's my younger sister, and it's the first time in my life that I have one. She's so obedient and gentle. I realized that there was no reason for me to bully her all the time, though I realized this late.But it wasn't too late. I noticed that she saw my change in behavior. I no longer scolded her like before or threatened to beat her whenever she did something foolish. She didn't say anything, but she looked at me strangely, no longer scared like before. It seemed like her eyes sparkled. If she were a puppy, I'm sure her tiny tail would wag.One day, at the end of 9th grade, I was sitting in class when she ran in from somewhere, tears streaming down her face: "Dad got hit by a car, Mr. Bi. They took him to the hospital."I drove as fast as I could to the hospital. This morning, someone had come to take my father to the commune to vaccinate the cattle, promising he would return in the afternoon.As soon as I got there and helped my sister out of the car, I rushed into the emergency room. I knew where he was because my grandmother had been here twice before. My aunts, uncles, and relatives were crowded outside the emergency room. My father was gentle and kind, so he was loved by all of them. When my aunt saw me coming, she ran to hug me and cried. I panicked, my face turned pale, and I stammered: "Dad... how is he... what happened?" She didn't answer, but put her hand over her mouth and sobbed even harder. I was terrified. I ran back and grabbed my brother, uncle, and other relatives, screaming: "What's wrong with dad? What happened?" Nobody had the courage to say it to me, a guy who had lost his mother when he was 3 years old. They were afraid to tell me outright: "Baby, your dad passed away."Since my father's passing, I've become a completely different person. I no longer want to cause trouble in the village or play around and run about. I feel like I'm almost a soulless corpse. My friends look at me differently now, with pity in their eyes. My classmates even organized a visit to my house to "share and console" me, but I knew about it, so I ran away to my grandmother's house. I don't need anyone's pity. I don't need anyone at all. I just need my dad... Dad...My younger sister has also become quieter since then. Every day, I still drive her to school because I only have a few short months left before finishing middle school. As my grandmother said, I have to try my best in my studies so that my parents in the afterlife can feel at ease.My aunt went to talk to my stepmother about letting me stay at her house. She would raise and take care of me. I was in the room, listening to my stepmother speak slowly and gently, with a rather strong Hue accent. She said she loved me like her own child. Since my father had passed away, she felt responsible for raising me to be a good person. She promised not to let me suffer.From then on, my stepmother raised me and my younger sister by selling goods at the hot and rainy market. She woke up early in the morning to make fried and stir-fried packages. I overheard the whispers of mothers and children, trying to avoid making noise. They would say, "Let Mr. Bi sleep." I heard children talking about going to school and discussing great and beautiful things. The American lamp hanging in the kitchen cast the silhouettes of those two little women on the wall. Even in my dreams, I could smell the fragrance of fried onions. Since then, my little sister had to wake up early in the morning to help my mother. I was sleep-deprived. One time, when I drove her to school, I turned around and saw her hand still tightly gripping the seat, but her eyes were already closed, with long and curled eyelashes.Many times, I felt so guilty and tried to get up to help make cakes, but my stepmother refused to let me. She insisted that I go to sleep. She said there were only a few months left until the high school entrance exam, and I needed to pass it to get into the specialized school in the province. She assured me that as long as I studied well, I would bear as much suffering as I could handle. Luyen, my younger sister, hadn't reached that stage yet, so she could help.I finally got accepted into a specialized school in town, and my younger sister was the first to know. She grabbed the newspaper and rushed out to the fishing ditch to find me, looking even more excited than I was. She handed me the paper, her eyes wide and bright. "Look, Mr. Bi," she exclaimed.I held the newspaper in my hand, feeling a mixture of happiness and longing for my dad. If he were still alive, he would throw away his crutches and run to find me. "I have to take the B block exam," I said to myself. "I'll become a real doctor, not just a veterinarian like you."
By Quang2 years ago in BookClub
The Sky
The sky, a vast expanse that stretches above us, is a canvas upon which the universe paints its daily and nightly masterpieces. It is a source of wonder and mystery, inspiring poets, philosophers, and seekers of truth throughout the ages. The sky is not just a physical entity; it is a metaphor for the mind’s limitless potential and a reflection of humanity’s quest for enlightenment.
By Sandy May2 years ago in BookClub
Sustainable Fashion
Embracing Sustainability: The Evolution of Fashion Towards a Greener Future In recent years, the fashion industry has undergone a profound transformation as consumers and brands alike increasingly prioritize sustainability. The shift towards sustainable fashion is not merely a trend but a crucial response to environmental challenges and ethical concerns associated with traditional clothing production. This article explores the concept of sustainable fashion, its importance, challenges, and the innovative solutions driving this global movement towards a greener future.
By gumnaamgamer42222 years ago in BookClub
Love does not have to have
In our culture that often celebrates narratives of love that are full of ownership and claims, the idea that love doesn't have to be owned is often seen as a foreign or even strange concept. However, if we dig deeper, we will find old wisdom that says that true love is actually about giving freedom, not enslaving.
By muhammaddwi anugrahrizky2 years ago in BookClub
My favourite sport
It's an activity that captures the attention of millions around the world. Players compete intensely on a rectangular field, divided in half by a line. Their goal is to maneuver a spherical object with finesse and skill, ultimately getting it to cross a specific line. This requires both physical endurance and strategic thinking.
By Abdibasit Hussein2 years ago in BookClub
II.B The Genesis of Conflict
In the vast expanse of the galaxy, where the stars shimmered like scattered jewels in the fabric of space, there existed a delicate balance—a balance between the forces of light and darkness, order and chaos. This delicate equilibrium was maintained by the cosmic dance of energy, a dance that wove through the very fabric of the universe.
By Byron Loderick2 years ago in BookClub
Unrequited love, a feeling of inclusion, and capitalist society: Interpreting the conventionality in The Maxton Hall Series
We all love the romantic trope of enemies to lovers that serves a slow burn, leaving us gasping for air amidst the sizzling chemistry of the main characters, diving us deep into the escapism of their romance. Adolescent angst and feelings take centre stage in this show, which is perfect if you enjoy typical high school teen dramas. Your heartstrings will be pulled by the series' poignant depiction of love. The series is unique because of its sharp lines, which strike a deep chord with us. Amazon Prime’s most recent release Maxton Hall embodies the romantic dramatism of the pro-capitalist enemies of lovers James and Ruby, giving us a breathtaking onscreen presence yet the predictability of the plot and the fine crevices of incompleteness in the evolution of the subplots hampers it from being a massive feature of swoonworhty foes to romantic partners. Let's dive deeper into the nuances of the series
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in BookClub