- Neil deGrasse Tyson, Cosmos, describing imperial exploration in the most succinct and value-neutral way I’ve ever seen (via eskimorapbattles)
I was just a 17-year old kid from the Bronx with dreams of becoming a scientist, and somehow the world’s most famous astronomer found time to invite me to Ithaca in upstate NY and spend a Saturday with him.
I remember that snowy day like it was yesterday. He met me at the bus stop. He showed me his laboratory at Cornell University. Carl reached behind his desk, and inscribed this book (Cosmic Connection) for me:
For Neil Tyson,
With all good wisdom to a future astronomer.
- Carl Sagan
At the end of the day, he drove me back to the bus station. The snow was falling harder. He wrote his phone number, his home phone number, on a scrap of paper. And he said, “If the bus can’t get through, call me. Spend the night at my home, with my family.”
I already knew I wanted to become a scientist, but that afternoon I learned from Carl the kind of person I wanted to become. He reached out to me and to countless others. Inspiring so many of us to study, teach, and do science. Science is a co-operative enterprise, spanning the generations. It’s the passing of a torch from teacher to student to teacher. A community of minds reaching back from antiquity and forward to the stars.
Neil DeGrasse Tyson, in the most inspiring moment of ‘Cosmos’
- Avid Media Composer trolling me
Did you know that Beethoven sorta discovered boogie-woogie?
Apart from being one of the most beautiful pieces written for the instrument, the second movement of Beethoven’s Piano Sonata no. 32 hints at jazz forms that were nearly a century away from developing.
Go to 6:25. It’s amazing.
Reblogging because of reasons.
And thus, the bee-teller realized in a single instant, that in giving permission for a question to be asked, he had also already answered it……he lived out the rest of his days as a bee-lawyer.A bee-lawyer. A b’lawyer. A blogger. A logger. A lumberjack. A jackknife. A Mack-Heath. A Threepenny Opera. A tuppence a bag. A spoonful of sugar. A one lump or two. A tea for two. A two for tea. A honey in your tea. A bee. A bee-lawyer. I see what you did there.
A significant part of becoming an adult I think is getting into the habit of asking other people about their kids.
I am so grumpy when I’m hungry. It’s not even that I’m in need of nourishment, or that I feel anemic or sickly, or that I’m close to passing out and my health is in danger.
It’s that everything pisses me off because I haven’t eaten in six hours.
And then as soon as I’ve got food in front of me, I’m delighted.
Name me a way in which I am not a baby.
I saw a test screening of Dumb and Dumber To tonight, which was fine and good, but the real thing was having to check my cell phone at the door and being without it for the forty-five minutes before the movie began. I just sat there and watched everybody else in the theatre without a cell phone too, and most of them talked to the people around them, or they stared into space, or looked anxious to be so unstimulated, and it felt like what the 1970s must have been like.