<div dir="ltr">All:<div><br></div><div>Below is a link to a video demonstrating some of the more advanced (but highly useful) features of Discoverlife Identification Guides.</div><div><br></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ws4nwgOfm4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ws4nwgOfm4</a></div>
<div><br></div><div>Features covered include:</div><div><br></div><div><ul style><li style>Type ahead spell checking<br></li><li style>Listing all the scored characters for a species (for double checking your work)<br></li>
<li style>Jumping directly to a specific character (useful when you know you just need to look up a specific character<br></li><li style>Comparing characters states for 2 or more species <br></li><li style>Access to Pollen Host Data<br>
</li></ul></div><div>The first video is located at:</div><div><br></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75klhCa2vEM">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75klhCa2vEM</a></div><div><br></div><div>Our Tube Station is filled with all sorts of Bee related topics:</div>
<div><br></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/swdroege">http://www.youtube.com/user/swdroege</a><br clear="all"><div><br></div><div style>Our slideshare Station covers additional topics:</div><div style><br></div>
<div style><a href="http://www.slideshare.net/sdroege/newsfeed">http://www.slideshare.net/sdroege</a><br></div><div style><br></div><div style>Our flickr site is approaching 1000 hi resolution creative commons photos available for your use:</div>
<div style><br></div><div style><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/usgsbiml/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/usgsbiml/</a><br></div><div style><br></div><div style>sam</div><div style><br></div><div style><div><span style="border-collapse:separate;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Tahoma;text-align:-webkit-auto;border-spacing:0px;font-size:medium"><span style="font-size:12px">Song of Nature<br clear="none">
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Mine are the night and morning,<br clear="none">
The pits of air, the gulf of space,<br clear="none">
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,<br clear="none">
The innumerable days.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
I hid in the solar glory,<br clear="none">
I am dumb in the pealing song,<br clear="none">
I rest on the pitch of the torrent,<br clear="none">
In slumber I am strong.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
No numbers have counted my tallies,<br clear="none">
No tribes my house can fill,<br clear="none">
I sit by the shining Fount of Life,<br clear="none">
And pour the deluge still;<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
And ever by delicate powers<br clear="none">
Gathering along the centuries<br clear="none">
>From race on race the rarest flowers,<br clear="none">
My wreath shall nothing miss.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
And many a thousand summers<br clear="none">
My apples ripened well,<br clear="none">
And light from meliorating stars<br clear="none">
With firmer glory fell.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
I wrote the past in characters<br clear="none">
Of rock and fire the scroll,<br clear="none">
The building in the coral sea,<br clear="none">
The planting of the coal.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
And thefts from satellites and rings<br clear="none">
And broken stars I drew,<br clear="none">
And out of spent and aged things<br clear="none">
I formed the world anew;<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
What time the gods kept carnival,<br clear="none">
Tricked out in star and flower,<br clear="none">
And in cramp elf and saurian forms<br clear="none">
They swathed their too much power.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
Time and Thought were my surveyors,<br clear="none">
They laid their courses well,<br clear="none">
They boiled the sea, and baked the layers<br clear="none">
Or granite, marl, and shell.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
But he, the man-child glorious,--<br clear="none">
Where tarries he the while?<br clear="none">
The rainbow shines his harbinger,<br clear="none">
The sunset gleams his smile.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
My boreal lights leap upward,<br clear="none">
Forthright my planets roll,<br clear="none">
And still the man-child is not born,<br clear="none">
The summit of the whole.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
Must time and tide forever run?<br clear="none">
Will never my winds go sleep in the west?<br clear="none">
Will never my wheels which whirl the sun<br clear="none">
And satellites have rest?<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
Too much of donning and doffing,<br clear="none">
Too slow the rainbow fades,<br clear="none">
I weary of my robe of snow,<br clear="none">
My leaves and my cascades;<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
I tire of globes and races,<br clear="none">
Too long the game is played;<br clear="none">
What without him is summer's pomp,<br clear="none">
Or winter's frozen shade?<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
I travail in pain for him,<br clear="none">
My creatures travail and wait;<br clear="none">
His couriers come by squadrons,<br clear="none">
He comes not to the gate.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
Twice I have moulded an image,<br clear="none">
And thrice outstretched my hand,<br clear="none">
Made one of day, and one of night,<br clear="none">
And one of the salt sea-sand.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
One in a Judaean manger,<br clear="none">
And one by Avon stream,<br clear="none">
One over against the mouths of Nile,<br clear="none">
And one in the Academe.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
I moulded kings and saviours,<br clear="none">
And bards o'er kings to rule;--<br clear="none">
But fell the starry influence short,<br clear="none">
The cup was never full.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
Yet whirl the glowing wheels once more,<br clear="none">
And mix the bowl again;<br clear="none">
Seethe, fate! the ancient elements,<br clear="none">
Heat, cold, wet, dry, and peace, and pain.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
Let war and trade and creeds and song<br clear="none">
Blend, ripen race on race,<br clear="none">
The sunburnt world a man shall breed<br clear="none">
Of all the zones, and countless days.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
No ray is dimmed, no atom worn,<br clear="none">
My oldest force is good as new,<br clear="none">
And the fresh rose on yonder thorn<br clear="none">
Gives back the bending heavens in dew.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">
- Ralph Waldo Emerson</span></span></div></div><div><br></div>-- <br><div style="text-align:center"><i><b>Bees are Not Optional</b></i><br></div>
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