Monthly Archives: June 2002

eggs, granny, eggs!

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under god

Salon is consumed with discussions about the pledge of alliegance. I also saw a rumour that it’s dying. I hope it lasts at least until I get to SFO in July for a weekend. I like those people. There’s a … Continue reading Continue reading

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the breeder’s eye

Sex is one of the things that gets left out of pop science books, at least until the subject is safely dead. There’s not going to be much copulation in the worm book, either, at least among vertebrates. Continue reading

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fame at last

Rupert keeps asking if he is the only person here. Not while I’m alive he isn’t. And I discovered this morning that of all the 2 billion sites that Google indexes, there is only one that comes top of the … Continue reading Continue reading

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dna and souls

I have long suspected that John Polkinghorne is a bit of a windbag. He was the subject of a truly elegant demolition by Freeman Dyson in the NYRB a couple of months ago. But listening to him trying to explain … Continue reading Continue reading

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breaking up

Shameful confession time. Here I am, a science writer of sorts, and I can never remember the difference between mitosis and meiosis. They seem to me like “left” and “right”. I know they are important labels referring to different things … Continue reading Continue reading

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my life as a whore

I’m never sure whether journalists more resemble prostitutes when dealing with editors or when talking to people who want to be in the newspapers. In the second case, we get to watch our clients in grip of degrading passions, yet … Continue reading Continue reading

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too sick to print

a rumour that Nigel McCullough is the second name on the shortlist for Archbishop of Canterbury that has gone to Tony Blair. Continue reading

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i dreamed of Francis Crick

This morning, I awoke at six, from a dream in which Francis Crick was talking to me about worms. The odd thing was that I was interviewing him in bed. He wasn’t in bed: he was sitting on the next … Continue reading Continue reading

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she jumped

Times Online “THE Church of England has chosen the Archbishop of Wales, Dr Rowan Williams, to be the next Archbishop of Canterbury.” — well, that’s what the story says. Continue reading

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