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Gene Therapy Cures "Bubble Boy"
bofh31337 writes "NewScientist is reporting that Welsh boy Rhys Evans has been cured of the fatal severe combined immunodeficiency ("bubble boy") disease. The medical team, lead by Adrian Thrasher, was able to take the stem cells that give rise to immune cells from his bone marrow and add a normal copy of the gene to the stem cell using a retro virus. Seven months after treatment, Rhys was cured."
gene therapy could cure my first post habit.
Science blows my mind. Too bad theres bad stuff that happens as well as good
Tim Smith - Ramblings from Nerd Land
fisrt PoSt
Take that!
first post!
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I don't like the word "cured"...there's something final, fatalistic about it. can't we say, "his condition seems to have permanently improved"? is this just me?
there is an extra "normal" in the story heading. Pretty cool news btw.
Wouldn't he already be clear if he was a "bubble boy".
Heroscape, it's like legos combined with anachronistic wargames.
That was a rather heart-warming tale, as I'm an OpenBSD user myself. However, I must take issue with one statement:
We had previously been running OpenBSD on all our quad processor Xeons.
I wasn't aware that OpenBSD had gained SMP functionality. In fact, I'm quite certain it has not. Much to the dismay of myself and others mind you.
So may I ask, is this some sort of "anti-troll"?
Remember: umount it before you fsck it.
all your genes r belong to us.
Miss Kittin & The Hacker
80s revival? Kittin, armed with loads of irony and a deadpan that would turn Peter Sellers green, skewers the self-absorption, soulless vanity, hyperconsumption and celebrity obsession of the Me decade. Miss Kittin They say there's an Eighties revival on. If that turns out to be more than a media-contrived mirage, I'd like to congratulate Miss Kittin for pretty much raining on everyone's parade. Because, while Mods in skinny ties gyrate to revival New Wave and dance floors bump to faux-cheese House homage, Kittin's dry husk vocals show off a side of Eighties culture that a lot of these closet Renaissance Fair kids would rather ignore. Kittin, armed with loads of irony and a deadpan that would turn Peter Sellers green, skewers the self-absorption, soulless vanity, hyperconsumption and celebrity obsession of the Me decade.
"Kittin now delivers two very different albums, with two different production partners." Having appeared on one of the flagship bits of the supposed revival, Felix Da Housecat's Kittenz and Thee Glitz, Kittin now delivers two very different albums, with two different production partners. On both albums, the music is notable mostly for its synths-and-drum-machines simplicity, though each producer has his own take on their synth-pop inspirations. Kittin's contributions are what make them both truly worthwhile, reflecting smartly on both the music and the time that spawned it.
At one end of her personality is First Album, in collaboration with programmer The Hacker. The cover's murderous vignette neatly sums up the bleak, gothic tone within. The pulsating beats are mechanical and cold, less likely to be mistaken for Yello than Bauhaus. Tracks like "1982" and "Frank Sinatra" are hilariously cynical, chronicling glamorous nights on the town without a hint of zest or passion. "To be famous is so nice. Suck my dick, kiss my ass," she demands on "Sinatra," obviously getting nothing from the demand of subservience or the acts themselves. Here, Miss Kittin plays the ultimate art-damage casualty, a jet-set corpse droning through life one martini at a time. First Album, while not uniformly dark, is definitely not "dance."
Producer Golden Boy, on the other hand, has populated or with glammy, melodic, often energetic beats. Even here Kittin is too cool for school, a snide bitch smoking Carelias in a corner booth and making fun of all the little people out on the dancefloor looking silly. Everyone hates her, but her running commentary is sharp: "What do you think of this track? Here comes another break..." But then again, the propulsive, pretty "Rippin Kittin" showcases both Kittin's genuine singing ability and the provocative question: "Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight?" First Album may be better as a whole, but this song is the only moment when irony most convincingly cedes to art, when both Kittin's icy detachment and the mechanical music she shields herself with mingle in the perfect balance of self-conscious critique and genuine enjoyment.
Best Miss Kittin quote, "Suck my Dick, lick my ass."
Death to Celine Dion, I wish Ovarian cancer upon her. Death to those who destroy the sanctity that is OUT computer.
Islam is Death, Death to Islam.
LOL!
Note to mods: The parent of this post is a John ("Boy in the Plastic Bubble") Travolta reference and not off-topic. THIS reply, however, is off-topic and should be moderated as such..if you have the GUTS!
It says MOOPS!... I'll kill you!
You beat me to it!
Okay, I'm happy for The Bubble Boy, and everything...but I was really hoping to get some good PR by playing cards with him someday.
I was even going to let him win.
Dammit.
Obviously there's no cure for whatever disease it is that causes AOL'ers to post as if they are seeing the internet for the first time.
GAG ----> {ROTFLMAO LOL!!!!!!!} --- choke
That kind of shit can only come from the damaged brain of AOL. Go away. You ruined the Usenet and I'm still fucking bitter about it. If I see ROTFLMAO again I swear somebody is really going to be rolling on the floor, trying to hold their guts in.
By the way, GOSH (Great Ormond Street Hospital) owns a perpetual copyright on James M. Barrie's Peter Pan works. No, it's not a 95-year copyright or a life+70 copyright. It's a perpetual copyright, recognized by the Berne treaty. (Read More...) When Disney brings Peter Pan II to Region 2 (where European copyrights are more strictly enforced), GOSH is going to make a wad of dough on royalties, giving Disney a taste of its own medicine.
(posted without bonus because it's only tangential to the article)
Will I retire or break 10K?
ROTFLMAO i live in mason city, iowa. come get me.
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so i says to mable, i says
I decided to rebuild my RedHat box, because it got fucked up due to a bunch of mail issues revolving around a package called omail. I posted a question here asking if anyone ever used it, because I figured someone here would have. No answers, but I'm not surprised, because there are much better webmail optins for qmail - this one was just attractive because it didn't require POP or IMAP. Anyway, by the time I got done trying to make the fucker work, I was at the point where it was easier to back shit up and rebuild my box than to back out all the changes I had made.
.iso files from their FTP. I validated their checksums and they were good. Then, I burnt the CDs using Easy CD Creator, had no problems, and began the install. Eveything went fine with disc one. I put the second CD in when prompted, and everthing went fine. For a while.
/. h4x0rs poring through every line of source code and bug fixing!
Now the fun starts. I went to Red Hat and got the latest
The, I got an error. xpdf-0.92-5.i386.rpm could not be installed.
[quote]This is due to either bad install media, a missing file, or a corrupt file[/quote]
Ok, I can skip installing this, it is just a PDF viewer, so who cares? Well, my only option was [quote]Press to try again[/quote].
Hmm. Ok, I will try it again. . Nope, same thing. OK, I will just replace this CD with one that has the file burned in the appropriate path. Well, that doesn't work either. After all, there is no option. Nor is there an option so i could stick a paper clip in the little hole and have it eject. Also, I can't even skip that file and worry about it later. So, now I am rebuilding my install and trying to skip the xpdf install. However, going through every option I was going though before, xpdf wasn't ebing installed.
Open source software is certainly top quality! I don't know what I would do without those ub3rl33t
While I'm downloading disc two again, I decided to fuck around with that CD: Cygwin on a Win2k box could read the file fine. Fuck Linux.
Jouster
Wow dude that post was so dslfkjslfdkgjcvneo. I'm vbniofhdsfljkskdjfoweij. Those are the chat abreviations I just invented, I expect them to catch on quickly.
What??
Slashdot's ranking has dropped again! 1471 down to 1507 according to Alexa's ranking system. Good job guys!
He He He, I hope that now the bubble boy is cured, maybe we can get that whole Moops/Moors things figured out.
I just heard some sad news on talk radio - Horror/Sci Fi writer Stephen King was found dead in his Maine home this morning. There weren't any more details. I'm sure everyone in the Slashdot community will miss him - even if you didn't enjoy his work, there's no denying his contributions to popular culture. Truly an American icon.
Nobody is 'protesting' this research.
Stop being so damned stupid. If you just read the DNC fax and don't read the article you'll continue to come off like a damned fool.
Besides which, you're really wanting to fight about abortion.
Did you know that for every ten babies born in New York City, there are eight abortions?
Margaret Sanger was a euginicist. She believed that those darker folks needed to be limited by pinching off their babies before they could be born.
at least you spelt them right (i think)
haha i would say that THAT was definetly on topic because he was posting about another on topic post... anyway if anyone is off topic it is ME because im just trying to whopre for some karma and maybe hope for a turn around in the moderation and get some +funyn goodness... moid ME down if you have the GUTS^H^H^H^H spare mod points...
unzip; strip; touch; finger; mount; fsck; more; yes; unmount; sleep
My sincere apologies, AC, you are correct.
Of course, if it were a hacker speaking, you'd see |}3|_33\/.
Jouster
I was looking forward to the episode where the Bubble-Boys Bubble-Friends emerge from their bubbles and take revenge on George.
I picture them beating him with Trivial Pursuit boards while shouting "Moors! It was the moors! Not moops goddammit, say moors!"
Antiquis temporibus, nati tibi similes in rupibus ventosissimis exponebantur ad necem.