Monday, October 22, 2007
Dating Math
I think this comic speaks volumes.
Check out xkcd for more comics.
Saw an interesting interview on CNN this weekend about global warming. A scientist from the University of Alabama was on. The reporter asked him why he had problems with Al Gore's movie and winning the Nobel Peace Prize for his work on global warming. I thought his answer was enlightening, to paraphrase "....to see someone speak with such confidence on a subject which I have spent most of my life working on and have been humbled and humiliated by the lack of knowledge we truly have on it is mind-boggling...." and "...although CNN reported the Arctic ice pack reaching its all-time minimum for records, CNN did not report that the Antarctic ice pack has reached its all-time maximum....". I thought it was some of the best discussion on the topic in the mainstream media. By the way, the CNN reporter had no rebuttal about the Antarctic ice pack.
Finally, for those who have not seen the story on Lt. Michael Murphy, USN you should. In short Lt. Murphy has been awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor for actions in Afghanistan as the leader of a 4 man SEAL team.
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For The Fallen
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is a music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncountered:
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables at home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end they remain.
-- Laurence Binyon
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