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Diego Florez
viernes, 7 de septiembre de 2007
jueves, 6 de septiembre de 2007
Las exploraciones demuestran el crecimiento diverso para los cerebros inteligentes.
Publicado marzo 30 de 2006.Los cerebros de los niños altamente inteligentes se convierten en un diverso patrón de los que tienen en promedio más capacidades medias, investigaciones han descubierto que después de analizar una serie de imágenes vistas, recogidas durante diecisiete años.El descubrimiento, algunos expertos esperan, que esto ayudara a los científicos a entender la inteligencia en términos de genes y de nutrición, las experiencias de la niñez que puedan fomentarlos.Esta es la primera vez que cualquier persona ha demostrado que el cerebro crece diferente en los niños extremadamente inteligentes, dijo PAUL M. THOMPSON, experto en cerebro-imagen en la Universidad de California en los Angeles.El hallazgo, se basa en 307 niños en BETHESDA. MD, un suburbio acaudalado de Washington. Comenzando en 1989 ellos hicieron exploraciones regulares del cerebro usando imágenes de resonancia magnética, un proyecto iniciado por el Doctor JUDITH RAPOPORT del Instituto Nacional de Saluda Mental.Este sistema de experimentos ha sido analizado por PHILIPS HAW, el Doctor JAY GIEDD y otros, en el Instituto y en la Universidad de Montreal de Mcgill. Observan cambios en el grosor de la corteza cerebral, la hoja fina de las neuronas que recorren la superficie externa del cerebro y son el asiento de muchos procesos mentales más complejos.El patrón general de la maduración, divulgada en la naturaleza hoy, es que la corteza crece más densamente como las edades del niño hacia fuera.
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
YOU don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly -- Tom's Aunt Polly, she is -- and Mary, and the Widow Douglas is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before.
Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich. We got six thousand dollars apiece -- all gold. It was an awful sight of money when it was piled up. Well, Judge Thatcher he took it and put it out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round -- more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn't stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back.
The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn't go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn't really anything the matter with them, -- that is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself. In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better.
Dice algo asi:
Las Aventuras de finlandés de Arándano USTED no sabe de mí sin usted haber leído un libro llamado las Aventuras de Tom Sawyer; pero eso no importa. Aquel libro fue hecho por el Sr. Mark Twain.
Había cosas que él exagero, pero principalmente él dijo la verdad. No es nada. Yo nunca habia visto alguien tan importanate, pero el otro mintió.
La Tía Polly, o la viuda, o tal vez María. La tía Polly - ella es la tía de Tom, y todos dicen a la Viuda Douglas sobre en lo que el libro, que es sobre todo un libro verdadero, con algunos ensanchadores, como dije antes.
Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich. We got six thousand dollars apiece -- all gold. It was an awful sight of money when it was piled up. Well, Judge Thatcher he took it and put it out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round -- more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn't stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back.
The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn't go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn't really anything the matter with them, -- that is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself. In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better.
Dice algo asi:
Las Aventuras de finlandés de Arándano USTED no sabe de mí sin usted haber leído un libro llamado las Aventuras de Tom Sawyer; pero eso no importa. Aquel libro fue hecho por el Sr. Mark Twain.
Había cosas que él exagero, pero principalmente él dijo la verdad. No es nada. Yo nunca habia visto alguien tan importanate, pero el otro mintió.
La Tía Polly, o la viuda, o tal vez María. La tía Polly - ella es la tía de Tom, y todos dicen a la Viuda Douglas sobre en lo que el libro, que es sobre todo un libro verdadero, con algunos ensanchadores, como dije antes.
POEMA
Bajo el ancho y estrellado cielo,
Cava el sepulcro y me permite mentir,
Contento yo vivía de buena gana moría,
Y yo me dejaría caer con voluntad.
Se hallaba este verso en su tumba para mi:
Aquí el mintió donde el largo ser,
Hogar del marino, hogar es el mar,
Y del cazador hogar es la colina.
¡No soy nadie! ¿Quién es usted?
¡No soy nadie! ¿Quién es usted?
¿Usted no es nadie, también?¡
luego somos dos, no lo diga!
Nos echarían, usted lo sabe.
¡Qué triste es ser alguien!
¡La gente, de la misma manera que una rana
Diciendo su nombre todo el día
¡Un lodo admirativo!
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