Our neighbour is a surgeon who is usually known as 'Dr', but according to his wife, "They're just mechanics." She is a physiotherapist. The lady surgeon who sorted me out some time ago is definitely 'Dr'.
The assumption seems to be that you'll be driving by the time you go to college (= Uni), though I know of some (like me!) who weren't.
Lamb Chopped, I was and am still very nervous about practically EVERYTHING and learning to drive was right up there. One of my sisters tried to teach me...with bad (but highly amusing) results. I remained terrified and gave up. That was when I was nineteen. I turned fifty-three last month and I still don't know how to drive. It HAS inconvenienced me and others, but my generalized anxiety disorder is too much for me to deal with, never mind throwing driving a motor vehicle into the maelstrom.
Luckily, I have mastered the brilliance of public transportation and riding the bus, train, and ferry is very soothing for me.
The assumption seems to be that you'll be driving by the time you go to college (= Uni), though I know of some (like me!) who weren't.
Lamb Chopped, I was and am still very nervous about practically EVERYTHING and learning to drive was right up there. One of my sisters tried to teach me...with bad (but highly amusing) results. I remained terrified and gave up. That was when I was nineteen. I turned fifty-three last month and I still don't know how to drive. It HAS inconvenienced me and others, but my generalized anxiety disorder is too much for me to deal with, never mind throwing driving a motor vehicle into the maelstrom.
Luckily, I have mastered the brilliance of public transportation and riding the bus, train, and ferry is very soothing for me.
I could ride the ferry between Seattle and Bremerton all day. And between Anacortes and Friday Harbor for a week.
@Mouthief, I was once while visiting the area was riding on the Seattle Bremerton ferry, for the 4th time in a week and they gave the usual safety life jacket speech to which at that point I was half listening having heard it all before. We were about 3 minutes underway when the loud speaker came on, "Attention, Attention please." My mind went at once to we are sinking and we are all going to drown. I could not swim at that point. They again repeated, "Attention, Attention, there will be no beer sales on this trip." A great moan went up from a crowd who appeared to be returning from a ball game.
Why is a doctor's office called a "surgery", please? Thx.
Not sure, but I would guess because a surgery is what takes place there - a period of time when a professional or official is available to offer help and advice. The term is used not only for GPs but also at hospitals, advice centres, MP's offices. Possibly the original (barber) surgeons operated on the basis of seeing patients one after the other and the name became attached first to the organisational practice and hence to the building?
My guess is it’s because of the development described in the article Lamb Chopped linked to earlier
the situation was complicated by the rapid rise of the 18th century general practitioner in the form of the surgeon-apothecary or, as they were soon to be called, the general practitioner. The Apothecaries' Act of 1815 made it compulsory for all new entrants to general practice to acquire the Licence of the Society of Apothecaries (LSA). A large majority of general practitioners, however, also acquired the MRCS so that the dual qualification MRCS LSA, known colloquially as the “College and Hall” (that is, the college of surgeons and the licence granted at Apothecaries' Hall), was the hallmark of the general practitioner who was qualified to practise surgery as well as physic, midwifery, and pharmacy.5,6 It was not until 1884 that the Licence of the Royal College of Physicians (LRCP) was joined with the MRCS to form the “conjoint” qualification for general practitioners, thereby liberating them from the “degrading” connection with the Society of Apothecaries
- most GPS were surgeon/apothecaries rather than physicians.
Question for the UK shipmates.
My passport expired a couple of months ago. As it's 10 years since I last got one, I understand they now require digital photos. Given I have been in lockdown and I live alone, I can't get anyone to take a photo of me.
Are selfies taken with a phone camera (the phone is 2 years old) acceptable?
I can take my specs off and stand against a slightly off-white background.
I'm not specifically planning on travelling anywhere anytime soon; the time I had available for a holiday this year was May. It's just that, as a non-driver a passport is pretty much the only standard form of ID I have available to me, so it's always handy to have it up-to-date.
As someone who counter-signs passport photos fairly regularly, I think they still need hard copies, which you can get at a photo booth. It is possible to take your own (and I suppose a selfie so long as it is the right dimensions and shows what it has to show) but you have to print it out. Unless think have changed since lockdown, and I don’t see how they could with the legal need for countersignatories. I would get the form and see what it says. And bear in mind that there is today reported to be a very long backlog.
The Moon. If we had more than one the tides would be messed up and, at times, dangerously high. But suppose we didn't have a moon at all. Presumably no tides would make sailing easier, but would there be drawbacks? Are there benefits to marine biology in having the surface of the sea in constant motion?
First of all, you'd have less erosion along the coasts (though not none). That would mean probably less in the way of fresh minerals in the sea made available to micro-life to feed on. Also fewer sandy beaches, which would affect that whole eco-system, as well as all the sunbathers.
Also, less water movement means that sea creatures that rely on water to bring dinner to them, will go hungrier. Think any filter feeder that is stuck in one place (anemones?).
There appear to be a number of creatures (birds, insects, etc.) that navigate by the light of the moon. Grunion would doubtless have some trouble, as would corals that release their eggs and sperm en masse on a night affected by the timing of the moon.
As for terrestrial creatures, there'd be less travel at night for most of them (or possibly a very different optical system). That would also take out some ecosystems, but they'd be chronolocal rather than simply geolocal ones this time.
We'd lose a lot of bad poetry and some very good, as well. Ditto music. We might not have bothered with outer space, lacking an easy (well, easier) target to get us started.
If there were no moon there would still be the solar tides, which are about half the size of lunar tides. It's because of the solar tides that spring and neap tides are of different heights.
If there were only solar tides they would occur at the same times each day.
I have been researching my family history for decades, and have an extensive family tree, created through using paper records.
I have had my DNA tested through Ancestry, and I have many DNA links.
I understand paper research and I understand DNA. However I'm not clear about one aspect of the juxtaposition.
Generally, DNA matches on my paternal grandmother's side are being flagged as closer than they actually are e.g. fourth cousins being flagged as third cousins. Moveover, I seem to be getting DNA hits for very distant relatives on my paternal grandmother's side - people for whom the common ancestor lived in the mid C18th.
Of my four grandparents, I most closely resemble my late paternal grandmother.
I'd guess my DNA to be approx 30% paternal grandmother, 20% paternal grandfather, 25% maternal grandmother and 25% maternal grandfather.
Question - is there a link between being closest to my paternal grandmother in physical appearance and the fact that I seem to share more DNA with relatives on her side than with relatives on my other grandparents sides? Or is it just co-incidence because the genes which govern e.g. colouring are different to the genes which determine relationships?
All genes determine relationships--or rather, the genes are the relationships, you have the genes because the relationships gave them to you.
That said, the person or family side you end up resembling is largely a function of chance. Genes control every aspect of your body (and quite a bit of the mind, too, apparently), and most of that is invisible.
I happen to be a near-identical clone of my mother, in terms of coloring and physical appearance. But internally, ah, that's different. I have my father's teeth, his reactions to drug and alcohol, and the golden cast to my skin (which is only noticeable when I make the mistake of wearing spring green or pastels). I am also a carrier for certain male-expressed genes of his, like no chest hair and sparse facial hair.
My sister, on the other hand, looks like neither of our parents, though she has the same inheritances from our father that I do. In appearance she is very, very like our maternal grandmother--and those genes came down to her through our mother, who looks nothing like either.
You say you're getting unexpected results in terms of people sharing more DNA with you than would be expected, given your relative positions on the family tree. That can happen for different reasons, but one of the simplest would be that you are actually related to them through more than one line of descent--possibly lines you haven't fully investigated yet. If you have several distant lines of descent in common, those things can add up and make you look like you ought to be more closely connected in time than you really are. This is all the more likely if you come from an area or ethnic group where endogamy was the rule, particularly if the local marriage pool was a small one.
@Lamb Chopped Thank you I had always wondered how I look very much like my mother as does my son, and yet my granddaughter looks just like my father's sister. Question answered without even asking.
AIUI the moon has taken a number of asteroid hits which might otherwise have come our way. So things might be very different.
About a dozen years ago (okay, 2006--I just looked it up) there was a TV show called "Three Moons Over Milford." Its premise was that an asteroid struck the moon and split it into three pieces which would, eventually, fall to Earth and essentially end life as we know it. The idea was to explore how people would react with imminent Doomsday on their doorstep: do you quit your job and enjoy yourself; turn to religion; go into denial and pretend everything is normal? The show did not find an audience and was cancelled after only a handful of episodes, but I have always thought that the premise was good and deserves another attempt. The show did not (as I recall) delve into the environmental changes that would result from a fractured moon. I think (although this may be my memory cheating--I have not seen the show since 2006) that they did touch on a governmental conspiracy plot: that the government scientists knew exactly when the fragments of moon would fall and were simply not telling anybody in order to avoid a panic.
Genes are weird things! You can actually trace two face-and-body types through my family--my grandmother, mother's sister, and my sister belong to the thin and pointy-chinned, glamour-puss model look (but with thin hair, heheheh), while my grandfather, mother, brother, and me all have this unmistakeable broad rectangle face with a tendency to obesity (boo) but awesome thick thick THICK hair (yay). If you separated us out at a family reunion into two groups, you'd swear we were totally unrelated. My sister used to tell everyone in high school that we were unrelated, in spite of the rare name, and she was believed.
My model-type grandmother produced one daughter of each type; my mother produced two kids of one type and one of the other; my sister produced one of each. And my aunt (heh) produced NONE of her own type, but all three sons were of the opposite.
Oh, and I have a second cousin whom I met for the first and only time at our mutual great-grandmother's funeral, and she could be my identical twin. Weird.
When we first visited my father's cousin in Scotland many years ago, she had a photograph of her brother in his Glasgow police uniform on the window sill. He was the spitting image of Dad - 12000 miles apart.
What I find arresting are not so much overall resemblances, as tiny details. My mouth is faintly lopsided - the line of the lips dips slightly at one side. My cousin recently put up a photo on FB of a great grandmother on my father's side - the exact same mouth.
You say you're getting unexpected results in terms of people sharing more DNA with you than would be expected, given your relative positions on the family tree. That can happen for different reasons, but one of the simplest would be that you are actually related to them through more than one line of descent--possibly lines you haven't fully investigated yet. If you have several distant lines of descent in common, those things can add up and make you look like you ought to be more closely connected in time than you really are. This is all the more likely if you come from an area or ethnic group where endogamy was the rule, particularly if the local marriage pool was a small one.
Thanks. I've traced all 32 3xgt grandparents and 60 /64 4x gt grandparents, which means that almost all cousins up to 5th cousins ought to be verifiable.
I have one definite instance of a distant cousin related through more than one line of descent. I met this cousin many years ago through a Family History group. Our shared ancestors (on my mother's side) married in 1798. We were both surprised when DNA suggested a closer relationship. We think we have a second set of mutual ancestors (on my paternal grandmother's side), as we each have ancestors with the same surname from the same parish, but those mutual ancestors must be pre-1790.
I've been thinking about this sort of thing for other reasons, and it is quite complicated.
Both your parents have 46 chromosomes, and each donated you 23. That is simple. Of the 46, the only one you can be sure of is the X or Y you get from your father.
Apart from that, your mother could have given you any mixture of the chromosomes she had from her parents from 23 from her mother to 23 from her father, including his X. And your father similarly could have given you any mixture of his parents' chromosomes, apart from, if you were a boy, his Y chromosome, which he received from his father. Or, if you were a girl, his X, which he received from his mother. Getting all the chromosomes from any one of your grandparents is unlikely, but not impossible.
That is ignoring any recombination between parts of chromosomes which might occur, and make things much more complicated with regards to the DNA. And any sort of imprinting which makes it more likely that genes from one or other parent are more likely to find expression in the phenotype than from the other.
I would have thought that simply by random mathematics you might end up with people who look strikingly alike without double inheritance. Not commonly, but not impossibly.
I'm not sure how random the process by which the body chooses which chromosomes are expressed in which parts is, as only one is active in each cell. I know there are complications with the genes on the X chromosome, for example with colour in cats
But, mathematically, someone could have half their chromosomes from, for example, their great-grandmother, and another of her great-grandchildren could end up with the same half. Not highly probable, but not impossible. And if that half had dominant genes for hair or eye colour, or some other feature, so that the different fathers' genes were not expressed, that would have them looking alike.
Wouldn't it?
I may have posted this before, but I suspect that it’s more than just physical properties are genetically influenced - my ancestors were craftspeople- umbrella makers, cordwainers - from the West Country. I do various crafts, and I love the West Country.
Darllenwr’s ancestors were from the North, and many of them were engineers. He loves the North Country and has ended up working as an engineer.
I am also intrigued by the inheritance of gestures. My father and his brother both used gestures that I have otherwise never seen. It could be learned in the family, but I know of one case where it can't have been learned that way.
One of my husband's brothers died when his son was under two years old. He grew up with his mother's family, seeing his father's family only occasionally. During adolescence he spontaneously began using gestures that his father had commonly used but his mother's family did not.
Tendency to go for a particular style of worship? Mum's family had a branch of Quakers who had no real input to us at all, hardly ever saw them, never discussed the matter until my sister followed it up after getting involved herself.
Dad's Mum used to twiddle her thumbs with her hands interlinked. One of my nephews was scanned doing it in the womb!
And tastes in clothes and decor? I am drawn like a wasp to jam to clothes in gaudy florals and chintzes that would gladden any 19th C farmer's wife.
And 'memories'? Mr F remembers a striking dream in which he was in the trenches of WWI - but everything was greenish, as if underwater. As it would appear through a gas mask.
Topical question for those on this side of the Pond:
“A“ level grades are now going to be brought in line with teacher’s predictions.
What happens if the grade predicted by the algorithm is higher than that predicted by the teacher?
That seems logical, if she is of the same rank/status (or whatever) as a male consultant/surgeon (and they're not the same thing necessarily) who would be referred to as 'Mr'.
Otherwise, she would addressed as 'Dr', along with the chaps.
Our neighbour is a surgeon who is usually known as 'Dr', but according to his wife, "They're just mechanics." She is a physiotherapist. The lady surgeon who sorted me out some time ago is definitely 'Dr'.
If you are in the UK, the title Mr or Ms is rewarded on completing your surgical exams at the Royal College of Surgeons. In my experience as a surgical nurse, admittedly a long time ago, using the title Dr would indicate someone who has not taken those exams though they may still be on a surgical team at the hospital, usually in a junior rank. I don’t know if you could choose to reject the title of Mr or Ms, I guess it is possible, but all the staff you meet would assume you haven’t done your exams yet.
My speciality of ophthalmology is surgical but we employed loads of Drs as clinical assistants in clinic, usually people who had decided they didn’t want to climb the competitive hospital hierarchy, and often women with families.
There's also the term "earned doctorate" which means having a PhD as far as I can understand. I've recently seem J.D. which lawyers seem to be getting now instead of LL.B. The J is apparently "juris". Wonder why.
Does anyone know anything about black butterflies? I mean solid black butterflies not those with black on their wings.
Another person and I have seen one in England. This make no sense.
In southern Ontario we see enormous black butterflies - sinister looking creatures at least as big as a hummingbird. Auntie Google wasn't helpful, and didn't show anything completely black, though perhaps I haven't been close enough to see other colours.
There's also the term "earned doctorate" which means having a PhD as far as I can understand. I've recently seem J.D. which lawyers seem to be getting now instead of LL.B. The J is apparently "juris". Wonder why.
The Juris Doctor (or sometimes Doctor of Jurisprudence) degree was first offered in the US in the very early 20th C (at the University of Chicago), and by the 1970s had replaced the Bachelor of Laws degree (Legum Baccalaureus; LL.B.) at pretty much all US law schools.
The LL.B. was a remnant of the time when a baccalaureate degree was not a prerequisite to law school admission, and therefore law students didn't necessarily already have a baccalaureate degree. The J.D. is considered a professional doctorate, comparable to the M.D. degree earned at most US medical schools. In most US law schools, the graduate degrees are the Master of Laws (LL.M.) and Doctor of Juridical Science ( J.S.D.).
Our former rector, who has a Ph.D., used to say that he had a 'real' doctorate, as opposed to the bishop who has a professional doctorate -Ed.D.
Hm, I’m studying for an Ed.D at the moment (in my 50s, the insanity of this). Doing an Ed.D professional doctorate usually requires you to do your research whilst simultaneously holding down the day job. Can’t get much more ‘real’ than that. And the Ed.D is research based.
The assumption seems to be that you'll be driving by the time you go to college (= Uni), though I know of some (like me!) who weren't.
Lamb Chopped, I was and am still very nervous about practically EVERYTHING and learning to drive was right up there. One of my sisters tried to teach me...with bad (but highly amusing) results. I remained terrified and gave up. That was when I was nineteen. I turned fifty-three last month and I still don't know how to drive. It HAS inconvenienced me and others, but my generalized anxiety disorder is too much for me to deal with, never mind throwing driving a motor vehicle into the maelstrom.
Luckily, I have mastered the brilliance of public transportation and riding the bus, train, and ferry is very soothing for me.
I could ride the ferry between Seattle and Bremerton all day. And between Anacortes and Friday Harbor for a week.[/quote
Mousethief, I am just NOW seeing this! LOL. I love riding the ferry as well. Or, did, in less frightening times. Sigh...
Our former rector, who has a Ph.D., used to say that he had a 'real' doctorate, as opposed to the bishop who has a professional doctorate -Ed.D.
Hm, I’m studying for an Ed.D at the moment (in my 50s, the insanity of this). Doing an Ed.D professional doctorate usually requires you to do your research whilst simultaneously holding down the day job. Can’t get much more ‘real’ than that. And the Ed.D is research based.
You have my admiration. While teaching, I wondered about a higher degree, but realised that if I went after it, I would have to spend lessons a) delivering the lesson, b) observing the children to see how they responded and adjusting my delivery to ensure they were learning - so far so normal, but also - c) observing the children in order to record for research how they were responding, and d) observing myself delivering the lesson in order to record in order to comment on that. This would become complicated by the introduction of fresh demands as I would be needing to collect evidence of progress for school records.
I realised I could not carry out the basic task of teaching with an extra observer in my head doing three separate tasks that did not enhance the basic one.
My husband's grandparents are buried in a municipal cemetery. About ten years ago their gravestone was badly damaged and the repair bill was split three ways between the last two survivors of their five children, and my husband. Since then the two survivors, my husband's aunt and father, have died.
My parents in law were cremated and there is no memorial to them. We've thought of various memorial options, and my husband now wonders if he could just add their names to his grandparents' gravestone "Also their son X and his wife Y"
Obviously they're not buried there, but lots of gravestones mention family members who are buried elsewhere.
We haven't spoken to any of my husband's cousins, but given the time lapse since my father-in-law's siblings died, we're sure none of them want to use the space on the stone.
Is it as simple as asking a monumental mason to add the names?
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Lamb Chopped, I was and am still very nervous about practically EVERYTHING and learning to drive was right up there. One of my sisters tried to teach me...with bad (but highly amusing) results. I remained terrified and gave up. That was when I was nineteen. I turned fifty-three last month and I still don't know how to drive. It HAS inconvenienced me and others, but my generalized anxiety disorder is too much for me to deal with, never mind throwing driving a motor vehicle into the maelstrom.
Luckily, I have mastered the brilliance of public transportation and riding the bus, train, and ferry is very soothing for me.
I could ride the ferry between Seattle and Bremerton all day. And between Anacortes and Friday Harbor for a week.
Why is a doctor's office called a "surgery", please? Thx.
Not sure, but I would guess because a surgery is what takes place there - a period of time when a professional or official is available to offer help and advice. The term is used not only for GPs but also at hospitals, advice centres, MP's offices. Possibly the original (barber) surgeons operated on the basis of seeing patients one after the other and the name became attached first to the organisational practice and hence to the building?
My passport expired a couple of months ago. As it's 10 years since I last got one, I understand they now require digital photos. Given I have been in lockdown and I live alone, I can't get anyone to take a photo of me.
Are selfies taken with a phone camera (the phone is 2 years old) acceptable?
I can take my specs off and stand against a slightly off-white background.
I'm not specifically planning on travelling anywhere anytime soon; the time I had available for a holiday this year was May. It's just that, as a non-driver a passport is pretty much the only standard form of ID I have available to me, so it's always handy to have it up-to-date.
First of all, you'd have less erosion along the coasts (though not none). That would mean probably less in the way of fresh minerals in the sea made available to micro-life to feed on. Also fewer sandy beaches, which would affect that whole eco-system, as well as all the sunbathers.
Also, less water movement means that sea creatures that rely on water to bring dinner to them, will go hungrier. Think any filter feeder that is stuck in one place (anemones?).
There appear to be a number of creatures (birds, insects, etc.) that navigate by the light of the moon. Grunion would doubtless have some trouble, as would corals that release their eggs and sperm en masse on a night affected by the timing of the moon.
As for terrestrial creatures, there'd be less travel at night for most of them (or possibly a very different optical system). That would also take out some ecosystems, but they'd be chronolocal rather than simply geolocal ones this time.
We'd lose a lot of bad poetry and some very good, as well. Ditto music. We might not have bothered with outer space, lacking an easy (well, easier) target to get us started.
If there were only solar tides they would occur at the same times each day.
I have had my DNA tested through Ancestry, and I have many DNA links.
I understand paper research and I understand DNA. However I'm not clear about one aspect of the juxtaposition.
Generally, DNA matches on my paternal grandmother's side are being flagged as closer than they actually are e.g. fourth cousins being flagged as third cousins. Moveover, I seem to be getting DNA hits for very distant relatives on my paternal grandmother's side - people for whom the common ancestor lived in the mid C18th.
Of my four grandparents, I most closely resemble my late paternal grandmother.
I'd guess my DNA to be approx 30% paternal grandmother, 20% paternal grandfather, 25% maternal grandmother and 25% maternal grandfather.
Question - is there a link between being closest to my paternal grandmother in physical appearance and the fact that I seem to share more DNA with relatives on her side than with relatives on my other grandparents sides? Or is it just co-incidence because the genes which govern e.g. colouring are different to the genes which determine relationships?
That said, the person or family side you end up resembling is largely a function of chance. Genes control every aspect of your body (and quite a bit of the mind, too, apparently), and most of that is invisible.
I happen to be a near-identical clone of my mother, in terms of coloring and physical appearance. But internally, ah, that's different. I have my father's teeth, his reactions to drug and alcohol, and the golden cast to my skin (which is only noticeable when I make the mistake of wearing spring green or pastels). I am also a carrier for certain male-expressed genes of his, like no chest hair and sparse facial hair.
My sister, on the other hand, looks like neither of our parents, though she has the same inheritances from our father that I do. In appearance she is very, very like our maternal grandmother--and those genes came down to her through our mother, who looks nothing like either.
You say you're getting unexpected results in terms of people sharing more DNA with you than would be expected, given your relative positions on the family tree. That can happen for different reasons, but one of the simplest would be that you are actually related to them through more than one line of descent--possibly lines you haven't fully investigated yet. If you have several distant lines of descent in common, those things can add up and make you look like you ought to be more closely connected in time than you really are. This is all the more likely if you come from an area or ethnic group where endogamy was the rule, particularly if the local marriage pool was a small one.
My model-type grandmother produced one daughter of each type; my mother produced two kids of one type and one of the other; my sister produced one of each. And my aunt (heh) produced NONE of her own type, but all three sons were of the opposite.
Genes are funny things.
Thanks. I've traced all 32 3xgt grandparents and 60 /64 4x gt grandparents, which means that almost all cousins up to 5th cousins ought to be verifiable.
I have one definite instance of a distant cousin related through more than one line of descent. I met this cousin many years ago through a Family History group. Our shared ancestors (on my mother's side) married in 1798. We were both surprised when DNA suggested a closer relationship. We think we have a second set of mutual ancestors (on my paternal grandmother's side), as we each have ancestors with the same surname from the same parish, but those mutual ancestors must be pre-1790.
It's all quite fascinating.
Both your parents have 46 chromosomes, and each donated you 23. That is simple. Of the 46, the only one you can be sure of is the X or Y you get from your father.
Apart from that, your mother could have given you any mixture of the chromosomes she had from her parents from 23 from her mother to 23 from her father, including his X. And your father similarly could have given you any mixture of his parents' chromosomes, apart from, if you were a boy, his Y chromosome, which he received from his father. Or, if you were a girl, his X, which he received from his mother. Getting all the chromosomes from any one of your grandparents is unlikely, but not impossible.
That is ignoring any recombination between parts of chromosomes which might occur, and make things much more complicated with regards to the DNA. And any sort of imprinting which makes it more likely that genes from one or other parent are more likely to find expression in the phenotype than from the other.
I would have thought that simply by random mathematics you might end up with people who look strikingly alike without double inheritance. Not commonly, but not impossibly.
I'm not sure how random the process by which the body chooses which chromosomes are expressed in which parts is, as only one is active in each cell. I know there are complications with the genes on the X chromosome, for example with colour in cats
But, mathematically, someone could have half their chromosomes from, for example, their great-grandmother, and another of her great-grandchildren could end up with the same half. Not highly probable, but not impossible. And if that half had dominant genes for hair or eye colour, or some other feature, so that the different fathers' genes were not expressed, that would have them looking alike.
Wouldn't it?
Darllenwr’s ancestors were from the North, and many of them were engineers. He loves the North Country and has ended up working as an engineer.
One of my husband's brothers died when his son was under two years old. He grew up with his mother's family, seeing his father's family only occasionally. During adolescence he spontaneously began using gestures that his father had commonly used but his mother's family did not.
Dad's Mum used to twiddle her thumbs with her hands interlinked. One of my nephews was scanned doing it in the womb!
And 'memories'? Mr F remembers a striking dream in which he was in the trenches of WWI - but everything was greenish, as if underwater. As it would appear through a gas mask.
Does anyone know anything about black butterflies? I mean solid black butterflies not those with black on their wings.
Another person and I have seen one in England. This make no sense.
When Peacock butterflies fold their wings they can look almost completely black.
“A“ level grades are now going to be brought in line with teacher’s predictions.
What happens if the grade predicted by the algorithm is higher than that predicted by the teacher?
Ms?
Otherwise, she would addressed as 'Dr', along with the chaps.
I think...
My speciality of ophthalmology is surgical but we employed loads of Drs as clinical assistants in clinic, usually people who had decided they didn’t want to climb the competitive hospital hierarchy, and often women with families.
In southern Ontario we see enormous black butterflies - sinister looking creatures at least as big as a hummingbird. Auntie Google wasn't helpful, and didn't show anything completely black, though perhaps I haven't been close enough to see other colours.
Male purple hairstreaks look black. They are usually found near oak trees.
https://butterfly-conservation.org/butterflies/purple-hairstreak
The LL.B. was a remnant of the time when a baccalaureate degree was not a prerequisite to law school admission, and therefore law students didn't necessarily already have a baccalaureate degree. The J.D. is considered a professional doctorate, comparable to the M.D. degree earned at most US medical schools. In most US law schools, the graduate degrees are the Master of Laws (LL.M.) and Doctor of Juridical Science ( J.S.D.).
The distinctions I'm used to hearing are professional doctorate (e.g. M.D. or J.D.) vs research doctorate (such as a Ph.D.) vs honorary doctorate.
Where's a roll-eyes emoji when you need one?
You have my admiration. While teaching, I wondered about a higher degree, but realised that if I went after it, I would have to spend lessons a) delivering the lesson, b) observing the children to see how they responded and adjusting my delivery to ensure they were learning - so far so normal, but also - c) observing the children in order to record for research how they were responding, and d) observing myself delivering the lesson in order to record in order to comment on that. This would become complicated by the introduction of fresh demands as I would be needing to collect evidence of progress for school records.
I realised I could not carry out the basic task of teaching with an extra observer in my head doing three separate tasks that did not enhance the basic one.
My parents in law were cremated and there is no memorial to them. We've thought of various memorial options, and my husband now wonders if he could just add their names to his grandparents' gravestone "Also their son X and his wife Y"
Obviously they're not buried there, but lots of gravestones mention family members who are buried elsewhere.
We haven't spoken to any of my husband's cousins, but given the time lapse since my father-in-law's siblings died, we're sure none of them want to use the space on the stone.
Is it as simple as asking a monumental mason to add the names?