discovered a new way to regenerate neurons
A new system to regenerate neurons, hope against potential Alzheimer's disease or stroke. Researchers funded in part converted the glial cells of the brain in two different functional classes of neurons.
Their findings, published in the journal Public Library of Science (PLoS) Biology , could result in major progress in the treatment of neurodegenerative diseases. The study was partly funded by the project EUTRACC ('European transcriptome, and cellular commitment regulome Consortium), which is supported with € 12 million under the thematic area' Life sciences, genomics and biotechnology for health ' the Sixth Framework Programme.
glial cells (or glia), commonly known as the glue of the nervous system, surround the neurons responsible for transmitting information. Glial cells provide nutrients and oxygen to neurons, and isolate them from each other. Also protect them from pathogens and remove dead neurons.
This new study focused on astroglia (star-shaped glial cells), one of the most common types of glial cells. The astroglia have different projections that form the scaffold of support for neurons. They are also closely related to radial glial cells. During embryonic development of the brain, these radial glial cells transform into neurons or or serve as a scaffold on which to perform the migration of newborn neurons.
While astroglia do not normally have the potential to generate neurons, the research group of Prof. Dr. Magdalena Gotz and Benedikt Berninger, the Helmholtz Centre of Monaco of Bavaria, Germany, has managed to provoke their conversion into two main classes of cortical neurons. More specifically, the astroglia were converted into excitatory and inhibitory neurons that excite or inhibit the action of the target cell.
These results were achieved by selective expression of specific transcription factors or proteins that bind to specific sequences of DNA and thus control the transfer of genetic information.
"In this study we were able to reprogram the newly generated neurons, enabling them to develop functional synapses. This issue - depending on the transcription factor used - excitatory or inhibitory neurotransmitter substances, "says the study's lead author, Dr. Christophe Heinrichs of the Ludwig Maximilians Universitat (LMU) of Monaco of Bavaria (Germany).
"Our findings raise the prospect that the barrier separating the neuronal cells and astroglia - closely related to each other - is not insurmountable," adds Dr. Berninger.
SOURCE: www.lastampa.it
Monday, May 31, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Alexis Texas Et Les Blacks
present with a book
Some Australian populations, the death of a member of the tribe, eliminate the word from their vocabulary, and a sign of mourning to mark the loss. The language and life went hand in hand, proving that men have any power over language, which can give orders rather than receive them. I wonder, after so many deaths, which was, at that time, their vocabulary, with so many words deleted from the pain ...
Today, the words, let's move, let us use them, leggiamole always discovering new ones, to enrich our , vocabulary.
Have you seen these days, the TV campaign to promote reading, with the slogan "If you love me, give me a book on May 23" ?
Well, just on this date it will host the National Day for the Promotion of Reading, an initiative that will include meetings, presentations, invitations to the reading, debates, cultural events in many cities of Italy. Join those organized by you, purchased books, regalatene to your loved ones, proving that even the ISTAT data (which we confirm that the readers of our country does not even reach 50% of the population) can be altered by a revival needed. But that does not have the time a day that is not just symbolic, I pray. Because, as said Giovanni Merlini:
Some Australian populations, the death of a member of the tribe, eliminate the word from their vocabulary, and a sign of mourning to mark the loss. The language and life went hand in hand, proving that men have any power over language, which can give orders rather than receive them. I wonder, after so many deaths, which was, at that time, their vocabulary, with so many words deleted from the pain ...
Today, the words, let's move, let us use them, leggiamole always discovering new ones, to enrich our , vocabulary.
Have you seen these days, the TV campaign to promote reading, with the slogan "If you love me, give me a book on May 23" ?
Well, just on this date it will host the National Day for the Promotion of Reading, an initiative that will include meetings, presentations, invitations to the reading, debates, cultural events in many cities of Italy. Join those organized by you, purchased books, regalatene to your loved ones, proving that even the ISTAT data (which we confirm that the readers of our country does not even reach 50% of the population) can be altered by a revival needed. But that does not have the time a day that is not just symbolic, I pray. Because, as said Giovanni Merlini:
"The time of the book is a time of understanding, meditation, intelligent curiosity."
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Free Gym Membership Contract Templates
School, Cathedral of adolescence ...
Today Rome is under a dark dome and menacing, with the sun trying to peep through the clouds swollen with rain opens small gaps, slips, greets us and promises - sailor con man - but then runs away ...
You are far from crowded beaches of the season, but close to the kids and anxiety for the last remedial questions. Remember all those times, is not it? Those of us who do not wear them in the heart ... Strange paradox, youth: you hold the magic wand of the future, the widest range of possibilities for tailor-made ... but it is too early to understand the magnitude and importance. And, when you are finally aware that time has already passed.
to you, remember that with a bit of healthy nostalgia and maternal indulgence engravings on the benches, the painful marks or the "truancy", to you that those filthy MS fumavate in the bathroom wrapped in packages of ten (easier to hide at home ...), writing novels on an imaginary game looks, that you bigiavate, the school, carrying sandwiches and guitars, I dedicate a song extrapolated from the last book you read, "Or as Oscar Daniela Zincone:
Today Rome is under a dark dome and menacing, with the sun trying to peep through the clouds swollen with rain opens small gaps, slips, greets us and promises - sailor con man - but then runs away ...
You are far from crowded beaches of the season, but close to the kids and anxiety for the last remedial questions. Remember all those times, is not it? Those of us who do not wear them in the heart ... Strange paradox, youth: you hold the magic wand of the future, the widest range of possibilities for tailor-made ... but it is too early to understand the magnitude and importance. And, when you are finally aware that time has already passed.
to you, remember that with a bit of healthy nostalgia and maternal indulgence engravings on the benches, the painful marks or the "truancy", to you that those filthy MS fumavate in the bathroom wrapped in packages of ten (easier to hide at home ...), writing novels on an imaginary game looks, that you bigiavate, the school, carrying sandwiches and guitars, I dedicate a song extrapolated from the last book you read, "Or as Oscar Daniela Zincone:
" The schools have been the power to resurrect the past in order that their physiological decrepitude, which does not seem to be different and does take after school, meaning almost paradigmatic: ant banks stuck under the tires, faded designs on porn-sentimental, now gray boards bearing hieroglyphic signs of records stacked in time become a unique symbol of gypsum gradient and indelible. The chairs
fray clothes.
I lose water heaters.
Ceilings drip with curled edges and greyish paint.
The walls are swollen with infiltration.
The chair is the monument off to shaky voice that continues to croak in the absence of the person.
This is the place and can not be anything other than this.
Yet this archetypal strange degradation, which has an extraordinary epic dimension, becomes a form of love, that enhances the decay with a local language that the reconstructed Cathedral of adolescence, the sacred land of my first ring, you're perfect , sublime, so I love you, I remind you, I see you, my spring season! "
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
New Baby Arrivalmessages
has green eyes a bit 'dark, with the same rust-colored specks familiar to me in which I lost during the summers by the sea, when that green was less deep and authoritative, and called to let him live.
of him on my mind all around the web of wrinkles, but she ones did not. Not yet. Not the same.
I am the victim of a theft, but beyond me the most basic of things and begins with a question that makes her smile across his face:
"How time you are his daughter? "
listens to in the end, I smile too.
"Well, I do not know if you expect a real answer - he says - and yet I'm 18, so ... Be a little 'accounts" and shakes his head, pedantic.
idiot. 18 years of an idiot who pretends to know better, those with unequivocal russet specks. And what about the bump on your nose? She is also good, bitch.
"How - I insist tone sharp - be the father of another?"
are on a war footing, I do not think neither he nor I wonder more how it is with apprehension. I have nothing else to do now.
"You are ridiculous ... I did not steal anything me, it's just that we have the same father, I have not got to someone else like a coat or the last packet of rice in the supermarket! It is not my fault or yours, we are victims of other weaknesses, that's all. "
" Is that all?!? "
" Yes, that's all. And I do not have it with you. Maybe you should take a more mature attitude. "
More mature? I have ten years of this idiot who even has the right to stay here, and I hate to dance that his right leg, or dark circles that flaunting to show your concern for my father.
"Who told you of the accident?"
"My mother answered.
"Where is he now? It is not enough to worry? "Sarcastic.
"It's been dead for three years. She told me in a dream. "
Yes, just imagine, now we even have the visionary.
opens a door, she jumps up before me. Before me. I do not see the significance lies. I'm that angry.
"The operation was successful - said the stranger who smells of the hospital - we just have to wait. Between 48 hours to dissolve the prognosis, but has a good temperament, we are confident. I One moment, please? "and answers the phone.
The large window sill, two seagulls perched. They look like twins, two drops of water. The eighteen
smiles, for you I do not exist anymore. The Seagulls "brothers" fly away. I feel the need to hurt her.
"I have lived there together, I can not afford to lose. For you it's different. You've already done at least every evening. The daughters do not have tales of lovers in the evening. "
smile again, I will go away, and this will save your life. Because I died now, while answering seraph:
"Fairy tales can be told even upon awakening, while the legitimate daughters sleep unaware elsewhere ... have you ever thought? "
The nurse reminds us at this very moment. It tells us that he invokes Paola. "Who among you is Paul?"
not me, not you.
It is not my mother, not her.
Paola?
The eighteen year old is laughing out loud now.
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