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New Nanoparticle Could Provide Simple Early Diagnosis Of Many Diseases
Researchers have created a new nanoparticle that could someday act as a virtually all-purpose diagnostic tool to detect many inflammatory diseases in their earliest stages, including heart disease, Alzheimer's, and arthritis. The specially-designed nanoparticles seek out hydrogen peroxide (thought to be overproduced in trace amounts in the early stages of most diseases that involve some sort of chronic inflammation in the body), and emit light when they encounter it.
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All I want to do in read about Ubuntu Studio, see what software is included, so I can decide if it will replace my aging Mac with Adobe CS. I can't afford a direct replacement at the moment.
And I Google "Ubuntu Studio" to find the official site and I'm greeted with some less-than-clever gibberish that means nothing to anyone who isn't already an Open Source geek. A tinyurl link, some dumb mumbling about Google cache.
You people can't even run a web site.
"Why me?" thought Bob. "Why am I the one always getting sent to do 'ping' duty?" Bob was a small packet of data being sent through the phone lines to check to see if another computer was responding properly. 'Ping' duty was especially boring as it involved running to another system, ringing its doorbell and when the door was answered, running away again to report back to your home system. Bob was upset that he couldn't be doing something interesting such as sending data to an IRC channel or retrieving JPEGs from a porn site. Dan, the lucky packet, was probably right now off surfing through the World Wide Web for the User. Bob hated Dan. He got all the girls. Bob wondered: What was the user looking for today, on the WWW. Could it be news? Maybe he was posting on a messageboard for some obscure 10 year old game! Or perhaps he was talking on AIM to some of his friends! Or maybe he was racking up frags in Doom 3 or Half-Life II with people all over the world! Bob liked working with online games! There was always so much action! But every time he was assigned to game duty he ended up just 'pinging' the server so the program could check whether the user was still properly connected. Which brought him back to square one. As Bob ran through the various phone lines and such he began to see the system he was supposed to reach and 'ping.' He got there a lot faster than normal, seeing as how the User had got a 3 megabit/second DSL connection meaning that him and all the other packets were hooked up with little miniature jetpacks. It sure beat when the User only paid for 56 kilobits/second which meant that the packets just had crappy worn out running shoes which they purchased from some hobo packet who had been sent off to do something for the User and when he returned his system was gone, leaving him in the cybergutter of the cyberhighway. Most lost packets die when their time-to-live runs out, but not this one's. He had found an unprotected network which reset his TTL for free, and sent him back off, and as long as he visited it every few milliseconds, he would never die. Anyway, Bob reached his destination. The system was big and creepy looking and very dark. Bob nervously walked onto the cyberlawn and towards the cybersteps. He went up to the cyberdoor and rang the cyberdoorbell. No one answered at first. Bob got nervous and wanted to leave but he knew he couldn't until someone answered or it timed out, and he could run back to his system saying there was no response. Bob was a frail, skinny looking packet, I should mention. Suddenly the cyberdoor opened. Bob ran as fast as he could, back to his system. First of all those were his orders and second of all he didn't want to stay there anymore. Unfortunately someone grabbed him, before he could start moving. It was a giant window! Bob struggled but couldn't get away. He was dragged into the system. He passed out, an unusual occurrence among packets. Bob woke up. The system was extremely creepy. It was painted an annoying aquamarine color, and the floor was gray with a little start menu button. Bob recognized it as a Windows 95. "I wonder why this system is so old?" thought Bob. Despite its name there were no windows from which Bob could escape. Just then the giant window waddled into the room! It grabbed Bob and said "Now we're going to have some fun!" Bob couldn't take it anymore. The stupid window was torturing him! First he had demonstrated how horribly the operating system handled memory. Bob had started to twitch. Then it had demonstrated some shutdown issues the operating system had. Bob felt cybersweat trickle down his spine. But now, now Bob wasn't going to be able to handle it. He knew exactly what was next. And he knew he didn't have the stomach. The window was laughing maniacally. "AND NOW! HAHA! I WILL DEMONSTRATE ONE OF THE MOST TERRIBLE, DISGUSTING, THINGS ANY PACKET CAN WITNESS!" yelled the window. Bob felt sick. This was it. The window proceeded to attempt to access "c:\con\con." Bob felt bile rise in his throat. Then everything went blue. I will spare the det
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