Spending spare time on tumbler: another diem carpe'd
Why are all my searches so much better when I’m logged out?
Reblogged from psych-quotes
I can’t believe that a family would abandon their child just because he/she has down syndrome. Sadly, this is happening all the time. If you get this shirt, you can be part of the solution! Each purchase helps fund the adoption of a special needs child.
Reblogged from explore-blog
It’s really hard to get funding for pure science just for the sake of figuring out how things work. It’s a lot easier to get funded if you have a practical application for things. … The more you realize you don’t know very much, and there isn’t an end point. So there’s always more to be done — there’s just not as much funding for it anymore.
Mary Roach, whose latest masterpiece of provocative popular science, Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal, is out this month, echoes Marie Curie (“One never notices what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done…”) in this interview on The Millions.
Complement with Alexander Flexner’s indispensable 1939 meditation on the usefulness of useless knowledge.
Reblogged from cyitoh
Though you may have a love for such things, you will perhaps be impeded by a lack of courage to follow through your ideas; and if it does not impede you, you will perhaps be impeded by the fear of living through the night hours in company of quartered and flayed paper and models, fearful to behold. And if it does not impede you, perhaps you will lack the good envisioning and spatial thinking which such a depiction requires; and even if you have a skill in creating, it may not be accompanied by a knowledge of paper choice, and if it were so accompanied, you may lack the methods of geometrical demonstration and of allocating certain parts of the model to specific areas; or perhaps you will lack patience so that you will not be diligent. Whether all these things were found in me or not, the art that I have created will give the verdict, yes or no. In these I have been impeded neither by avarice nor negligence but only by time. Farewell.
Adapted by Chris Itoh, originally by Leonardo da Vinci
As I cut the umbilical cord, Milo started to cry and shiver. One of the nurses, a dour Russian woman who had bossed Sascha around a little too much for my liking, said, not unkindly, “Oh, baby, life is hard.”
“Shut up,” I snapped. She looked at me with astonishment. “He just got here. He doesn’t need that shit yet."
Reblogged from murmurandshout