Baby Blues.

ACCORDING TO A DANISH RESEARCHER, DR. HANS EIBERG, of the University of Copenhagen, if you have blue eyes, you're related to a common ancestor. Every blue eyed person is descended from one person whose genes mutated some 6000 to 10,000 years ago.
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A genetic mutation affecting the OCA2 gene, affected the production of melanin, which controls the color of hair, eyes, and skin. The mutation turned off the ability of this ancestor to produce brown eyes. The turned down switch diluted brown eyes to blue. All blue eyes have the same gene changes linked to the mutation that makes blue eyes.
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Dr Eiberg concludes that all blue eyed individuals are linked to the same distant ancestor. So, my far flung blue eyed relatives, I greet you in the name of our common inheritance. We have all been given the same switch at the exact same spot in our DNA. Eyes wide open, let's go forth with clear vision! And old brown eyes out there, you are the majority, after all.
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Based on an article by Jeanne Bryner/ Live Science

Julia !

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Being a fan of the great Julia Child, I was
delighted to hear that she's to be the subject of
the movie, "Julie Julia", based on Julie Powell's memoir,
"Julie and Julia : 365 Days, 524Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment."
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Powell spent a year doing all 524 recipes in Child's
" Mastering The Art of French Cooking". I can't
claim the numbers, but I can claim that my DNA
is embedded in my copy. Learning knife skills did
that. Also does gravy have a DNA? Because I
dropped some Boeuf Borguignon on the book one
night. No one could tell after that I'd scraped
it together.
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Meryl Streep was hired for the role of Julia in
ten seconds. She will portray the 6 foot 2, Julia,
although she herself is about 5 foot 6. But Streep
can do anything, so growing shouldn't be a
problem. The time, 1949, Paris, Le Cordon Bleu.
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Joining her in the role of Julie, is Amy Adams,
who played the young nun with Streep in "Doubt".
Nuns on the run, indeed.
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Can't wait to hear Streep trilling..Bon Appetite !

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Just noticed that this is my 100th post!
Now how did that happen? Time to get serious!!

Senlis

xxxxxxxxCHURCH of NOTRE-DAME, SENLIS, FRANCE
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I was reading an article in the paper about a French Cinema Series coming to Lincoln Center. One of the featured films, already acclaimed, was Seraphine de Senlis, about an early 20th Century artist. But "Senlis" started playing over and over in my head, I was remembering...what?....
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I jumped over the hedge of memory.
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We were strolling from the Cathedral, Pierre and I on the sidewalk, Gerard somehow straggling far behind, then running to catch up. "What's the matter with you two today"? Too hot to answer. "Have we fallen into a black hole or what"?
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My last day in Paris, we decided to show me the 11th Century Church of Notre Dame at Senlis, not too far a drive from Paris. I always stayed with Pierre and Gerry, and when they came to New York, they stayed with me. We would walk along Park Avenue and try to peek into posh windows, reaffirm that one day we would buy a place like that together.
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Gerry was an American from Boston. It was I who convinced him to give up his great career in New York, go to Paris, find Pierre, and for God's sake, be happy for a change. We met on a job. He was the greatest makeup artist in the world, and I was a makeup artist. It was love at first sight for the two of us. Figure that one out. We were just these utterly compatible strands of DNA that laughed all the time. I asked for no more.
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I didn't know why we were all so picky in Senlis. I, as usual, fell into a deja vu trance upon entering the Church. Place me in an ancient church, or let me stroll a Gothic
Cloister, and I'm sunk in the thankless task of trying to retrieve my past. But only
in France. You can probably figure out what I believe.
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The stone floor in the church had deep indentations, smoothed through the
centuries by a parade of souls praying for salvation from wars, famines, Kings, and plagues. I look back at the moments spent within, gazing upwards, past the illuminated clarity of the windows. I'm sure I asked a few questions of the cosmic air about my concerns, never letting a Holy opportunity pass me by.
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How do you address the Plague? Do you cower, do you pray, do you deny? I do. I was leaving France, and I had seen the leering face of the Green Man lurking at my friends doorstep. So this was going to be the last time I saw Gerry? I didn't know that in Senlis. I knew something though. Pierre could be glum. He was French. Did Gerry know? He was always in a dream anyway, but a creative, beautiful one. His spirit had begun to hide. That day in Senlis had a prediction in it of days ending. Black hole indeed.
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It wasn't immediate, of course. Another year. Blindness, mindlessness. A phone call from Pierre. Gone...but, Lyn, he just looks so beautiful, he looks so much like himself.
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