Richard Dawkins letter to his 10 year old daughter (how to warn your child about this irrational world) The following is a letter that Richard Dawkins wrote to his daughter when she turned 10.
Richard is one of the worlds most renowned scientists who is known for speaking out against the dangers of religion. To my dearest daughter, Now that you are ten, I want to write to you about something that is important to me. Have you ever wondered how we know the things that we know? How do we know, for instance, that the stars, which look like tiny pinpricks in the sky, are really huge balls of fire like the Sun and very far away? Sometimes evidence means actually seeing (or hearing, feeling, smelling….) that something is true. Often evidence isn’t just observation on its own, but observation always lies at the back of it.
Scientists – the specialists in discovering what is true about the world and the universe – often work like detectives. The way scientists use evidence to learn about the world is much cleverer and more complicated than I can say in a short letter. All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace, a poem by Richard Brautigan. poets love Poem at allpoetry. I Am Not This Body. Anxiety: We worry.
A gallery of contributors count the ways. We live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom: our body. — Marcel Proust Every time I look at my face in a magnified mirror in a hotel bathroom, I jump back in surprise. Seen closely, my skin looks like the surface of a strange planet. Www.smashwords.com/books/download/296377/1/latest/0/0/prisoner-721.pdf. Did Google run over a donkey in Botswana? (No, it's just walking backwards) Commentators on the web claim that this Google Street View image claim that the car allegedly ran over the donkey.
Source: Supplied DID Google run over a donkey in Botswana? That's certainly what its Google Street view cameras seem to suggest. Twitter user @TheRealSheldonC tweeted a picture yesterday of a donkey - presumably dead - lying on the road in Botswana. The Google Maps image reveals a puff of dust flying up from the injured donkey, suggesting that the image must have captured the donkey as it was falling rather than just lying on the road. Peter Farrelly: The Addiction. I don't have a cellphone.
Never have. I'm not bragging. Fact is, I realize that to most people this makes me Dooshy McDouche. 'What the hell is wrong with you,' they say, 'what if your wife or kids need you? ' 'Well, I do have an office phone and built-in car phone, I just don't have a cellphone -- you know, something I carry in my pocket.' Half of them turn on me right there. 'Yeah,' they go, 'but this isn't a thousand years ago, Dooshy -- aren't you going to want to know where your kids are the next time there's a flippin' (sic) terrorist attack? ' J.D. Salinger's Letter To Ernest Hemingway. The following is an excerpt from "Hello Goodbye Hello" [Simon & Schuster,26.95]: J.D.
Salinger seeks out Ernest Hemingway The Ritz Hotel, 15 place Vendôme, Paris Late August 1944 The twenty-five-year-old Jerry Salinger is experiencing a terrible war. Of the 3,080 men of the 12th US Infantry who disembarked with him at Normandy on D-Day, only a third are still alive. His regiment is the first to enter Paris. Salinger has heard that Ernest Hemingway is in town. To this latter claim, there is a slight smidgin of truth. "Well, go get it," snaps Hemingway, who then begins slugging it down. Over brandy after lunch on liberation day, a female guest says she wants to go and watch the victory parade. "What for? " As the days go by, he continues to hold court in the Ritz, boasting how many Germans he has killed, though no one with him can remember him killing a single one.
A few days later, Hemingway tells a friend about meeting "a kid in the 4th Division named Jerry Salinger. " Related on HuffPost: The Art of Being Naked. The Girl She has dirty blond hair, a seductive smile, and the most engaging set of hazel green eyes I’ve ever seen.
It’s the kind of engaging I can’t ignore… the kind that makes me want to engage too. Because she’s mysterious. And I’m curious. And I need to know more. Yet, I do my best to avoid making eye contact. I do this, not because she intimidates me, but because I think she may be the girl Chad met last night. Then, just as her eyes unexpectedly meet mine, my opponent groans, “It’s been your turn for like five minutes. So I continue to wonder… “Is she the port wine and chocolate cake girl? And I smile ear to ear and chuckle… The Death of the Cyberflâneur. Twin Peaks: The definitive plan to continue the series.