Here’s an interesting thought I ran across the other day:

It is speculated that, because of cell regeneration, no living cell in your body today is over 9 years old.

Mind-bending, isn’t it? I believe it. I believe the inside workings of human beings are much more alive than their outsides could ever hope; most times, the outsides are no more than cheap vinyl siding.

Also, I heard on NPR about a woman who was diagnosed a chimera. Meaning she was born of two fertilized eggs, fused. Different tissue and blood samples from different parts of her body revealed she had two sets of DNA. She had one son who looked nothing like her. Rightly so, because she was not only their mother, she was also their aunt.

How cool is that?

Something cool to think about here in Memphis, besides Dead Elvis Week. That's right: a whole week of soulful mournings for the passing (or not, some say) of The King of Rock'n'Roll on August 16, 1977. Live here long enough, and you'll appreciate the inner sanctum of a Japanese Elvis impersonator walking proudly on Beale Street, with a wall of jet-black hair plastered just-so, and sideburns trimmed with the precision of bonsai. Interesting how people love someone so much that they would do anything to be them, or recreate them. Cell by cell if they could.

Nine years in either direction, and who knows what could happen.