Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Title


So, the other day in the locker room at the gym this guy I know vaguely started going off about goddamn fucking communist Bernie Sanders, and goddamn fucking criminal Hillary Clinton, and goddamn fucking parasite bastard kids these days who want everything for free. Whattyagonnado, I said, studiously arranging my stuff in my locker.

Mostly I wear earbuds, and I don't hear the lighthearted banter that goes on around the weight machines, but my wife doesn't wear them, and she tells me that it's a hot bed of Trump supporters. I just notice the enormous beefy guys with torn sweats and heavy work gloves, and another guy strutting around with a tee shirt with a picture of an AR-15 and something written in Arabic. I avoid all eye contact with them. Occasionally I exchange glances with some of the others in the over-60 crowd, though. We tend to keep a low profile.

And in the bathroom, I'm sitting there when some guy enters the stall next to me, sits down, and starts raving on and on in a really LOUD voice about the fucking establishment and how corrupt the system is and the injustice of it all. He's really fond of the word "corrupt" and says it several times in a row. I think he's a homeless person that sneaked in past the gym staff to use the toilet.

I sat there quietly until he was gone. Sometimes that's what you have to do.

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Originally shared by Corina Marinescu


Originally shared by Corina Marinescu

The Value of Science
Richard Feynman included a poem in his address to the National Academy of Sciences:

I stand at the seashore, alone, and start to think.

There are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules
each stupidly minding its own business
trillions apart
yet forming white surf in unison

Ages on ages
before any eyes could see
year after year
thunderously pounding the shore as now.
For whom, for what?
On a dead planet
with no life to entertain.

Never at rest
tortured by energy
wasted prodigiously by the Sun
poured into space.
A mite makes the sea roar.

Deep in the sea
all molecules repeat
the patterns of one another
till complex new ones are formed.
They make others like themselves
and a new dance starts.
Growing in size and complexity
living things
masses of atoms
DNA, protein
dancing a pattern ever more intricate.

Out of the cradle
onto dry land
here it is
standing:
atoms with consciousness;
matter with curiosity.

Stands at the sea,
wonders at wondering: I
a universe of atoms
an atom in the Universe

Source:
http://www.math.ucla.edu/~mwilliams/pdf/feynman.pdf

Photo source:
http://www.basicfeynman.com/gallery.html#

#physics   #feynman   #history

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Originally shared by Kymberlyn Reed


Originally shared by Kymberlyn Reed

#morethan28days #mayisformelanin #stufftheynevertaughtinschool

Roland Hayes, the brilliant tenor who became the first African-American man to earn international fame as a concert vocalist, photographed by Addison Scurlock in 1940. Born to former slaves in Curryville, Georgia in 1887, he attended Fisk University and briefly toured with the Fisk Jubilee Singers. Early in his career, he was turned down by talent managers because he was Black so, he invested in himself: He raised money and arranged and financed his own concert performances,which included Negro spirituals, lieder and arias by Schubert, Tchaikovsky, and Mozart. In 1942, Mr. Hayes’s wife, Helen and daughter, Afrika, sat in a whites-only area of a shoe store and were thrown out of the store. When Mr. Hayes defended his family, he was beaten and he and his wife were arrested - and the governor of Georgia was absolutely fine with it. The incident inspired Langston Hughes to compose the poem, Roland Hayes Beaten. Mr. Hayes would later teach at Boston University and would go on to celebrate more than 50 years on the concert stage before his death in 1977.

#vintageblackglamour

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Friday, May 6, 2016

"It's not reality TV"


"It's not reality TV"

Originally shared by Daniel Keys Moran

Five Presidents, from two parties. Not one supporting Donald Trump for President. But what would they know about what the job takes?

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Originally shared by Laura Brodbeck

Originally shared by Laura Brodbeck

"It is not correct to call [him isolationist], since Mr Trump has also proposed some foreign adventures, including the occupation of Iraq and seizure of its oilfields. Rather it is a Roman vision of foreign policy, in which the rest of the world’s role is to send tribute to the capital and be grateful for the garrisons."
http://www.economist.com/news/leaders/21698251-donald-trumps-victory-disaster-republicans-and-america-trumps-triumph?cid1=cust/ednew/n/bl/n/2016055n/owned/n/n/nwl/n/n/n/n