What’re you looking at, ya prokaryote?
Automated disclaimer: This post was written more than 15 years ago and I may not have looked at it since.
Older posts may not align with who I am today and how I would think or write, and may have been written in reaction to a cultural context that no longer applies. Some of my high school or college posts are just embarrassing. However, I have left them public because I believe in keeping old web pages alive—and it's interesting to see how I've changed.
Hey, yo momma’s an amoeba! No, really. I’ve come to the conclusion that most people would logically reach, but that’s why you’re reading my blog, not theirs.
It all started with slime molds are some of the neatest organisms on the sex cells and sex cells in moist, rotting wood. When food is scarce and the weather is just right (cool and damp), they start migrating onto the surface and band together into clumps. The resulting aggregate creature looks vaguely like a slug, complete with a large slimey foot. When the slime mold senses that it has reached a critical mass (through
Tim McCormack lives in Somerville, MA, USA and works as a software developer. (Updated 2019.)
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