#haplotype

Mr. Haplo. Tempo Medico, magazine, Number 25, September 1963 (cover illustration by Guido Crepax)

Your maternal line stems from a branch of T called T2a. Haplogroup T2a traces back to a woman who lived nearly 17,000 years ago in the Middle East. Her descendants form a branch of haplogroup T2, which has spread over the millennia from its birthplace in the Middle East to northeastern Africa and throughout Europe, riding waves of migration that followed the end of the Ice Age and the origin of agriculture. At the tail end of the Ice Age about 13,000 years ago, one migration appears to have carried the T2 haplogroup, including members of T2a, from the Middle East into northern Africa, especially Ethiopia and Egypt. Today, members of haplogroup T2a can be found at low levels in Egypt and the western part of the Arabian Peninsula. Although extremely rare outside the Middle East, T2a has also been found sporadically in Spain, France and Norway. #dna #haplogroup #haplogroupt #middleeast #egypt #arabianpeninsula #t2a #genetics #ancestrydna #ancestry #ישראל #עברית #ירושלים #family #haplotype #Jewish #spanish #africa #אברהם #ethiopia #dispora #12tribes #ansestors #seedofabraham #1love #onelove #hebrew #23chromosomes (at Jerusalem, Israel)

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I'm gonna make sure I teach them how to be alone. And I don't mean lonely or antisocial, but I think it's good to be by yourself. It's sad that some people always have to be with someone. Like my suitemate who won't eat if she has no one to eat with. Or people who can't handle not being in a relationship. I love being alone. I mean yes I love being with people too, but you really get to know yourself and what you want in alone time.

Every week feels the same. Yes I look forward to weekends when I get to see those who matter most to me, but the days leading up to the weekend make me feel dull inside. I love it here I really do. I'm doing pretty well in music school right now (meaning I'm not complete shit) and I have quite a few friends who actually care about me. But there's this feeling– I almost want to cry. I'm not bored. I don't have time to be bored. I guess the only way to describe what I'm feeling is DULL. I feel like a light turned off inside of me. And it's strange because I pretty much have everything I could want now. Perhaps I need to re-motivate myself.