And you think your job is bad….

Scientists employed trackers to plunge through dense jungle and collect the fresh feces of wild apes more than 1,300 samples in all.

And no, I didn’t find this listed on Wired has an interesting article about the genetic trace of HIV back to chimpanzees in Cameroon. Turns out the common genetic base points towards the development of the SIV antibodies in geographically dinstinct communities of the chimps. The transmission from chimps to humans is still, and probably always will be, a little foggy.

Dr. Anthony Fauci, the National Institutes of Health’s AIDS chief, postulates on the pickng-up of the poop:

When tracing a virus’ evolution, “it’s important to get as close to the source as you can,” he said. “It’s of historic interest.”

Like a drifter I was born to walk alone

Another 5AM wake up call, quick shower, throw the laptop in the backpack and double check that I have clean underwear in my carry-on. You know what mom always said, “If you’re not going to wear clean underwear, at least pack some in your carry-on.” What sage advice.

This morning, however, my radio alarm clock gently awoke me from my slumbering coma with a soft string melody that sounded vaguely familiar. Mind you, I don’t have the radio tuned to classical music, just not exactly the thing to get you moving in the morning. Then the lyrics began.

“I don’t know where I’m goin
but I sure know where I’ve been
hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday.”

This isn’t what I think it is, is it?

An’ I’ve made up my mind, I ain’t wasting no more time
but here I go again, here I go again.

So I turned on the light and jumped in the shower singing.

Here I go again on my own
goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known.
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone.
An’ I’ve made up my mind, I ain’t wasting no more time
but here I go again, here I go again,
here I go again, here I go.

They really shouldn’t play that song at 5AM in the morning, at least for the sake of those of us who thought they had finally escaped Whitesnake.