"Cherry Stems."
I'm not too happy that fruit flies have brains
since I swat them whenever I see them or think I see them.
I know about their brains because I
met a scientist who tinkers with their learning
circuitry, "the actual mechanics of how
a memory trace is laid down in a nerve cell or neuron."
All this proxy-- dissecting the behavior of an insect--
to figure out how the brain works for something
like typing, at which my mother was a pro, and me, fairly
miserable because of some disorder which it seems
my daughter has inherited since she also
exhibits left-right confusion.
However, she can twist a cherry stem
into a bow with her tongue; an ability, no doubt,
from an ancestral brain, but which also reveals something
about a summer in Florence.
[LAUGHTER]
In other words, too much information regarding memory
trace.