July 20th, 1969 is a date that stands high in my life – it was the day that we, together as one people, achieved the greatest scientific and technological feat in human history. The specific role that Neil, Mike and I performed in the event was but one part of an immeasurably larger effort – not just for our nation, but for all mankind. As I look back on what we accomplished 55 years ago, I am still inspired by what we all saw and did – the best of America and the best of humanity. Thank you for the privilege and the honor of serving you, and for being part of this exciting and wonderous journey with me. #Apollo11
A timelapse showing the incredible movement of a growing vine, exhibiting both nastic movement to find, and then a thigmotropic response to grasp and hold.
📽: Roger P Hangarter
I’ve seen a growing number of people throwing reading parties where they gather together once or twice a week for snacks and silent reading, and I can’t think of anything that would more improve our collective mental health.
Fascinating slow-motion footage of what happens when a droplet falls into a pool of water, a phenomenon known as a coalescence cascade.
📽: Steven Trainoff
@ValeriaGurr Wasting your $$ on this ad… “school choice” is not a choice, it’s an active attempt to defund public education, making the rich richer and the poor less-educated. Fund public schools well, then establish local magnet schools instead. The US NEEDS a “well-educated populace.”
This will go down as the storm that Houstonians remember forever. The one that gave pets and people of all ages bad storm anxiety. It is still hard to believe it…
Wow. Ryan Reynolds wrote this beautiful tribute to his friend Michael J. Fox and now I’m crying:
“This man means a lot to me. And I know he means a lot to many of you…
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I know Michael J. Fox. Like, I know him pretty damn well. He’s funny. He’s warm. He’s handsome and intensely smart. He also falls a lot. Not just because he has Parkinson’s. He falls a lot because he’s unafraid to fly.
I met Mike 17 years ago. I’ve watched him raise the bar for purpose and passion. It’d be kinda lazy to simply characterize him as the greatest champion of Parkinson’s research on the planet. He’s someone who helped my dad, along with millions of others, feel less alone. It’d be kinda lazy to simply regard him as a movie star who shaped the lives of people all over the planet with a uniquely electric wit and self-aware charm. He’s the sum of these beautiful parts. And so many more.
Last year I watched Back to the Future with my 8-year-old daughter. It’s become her favourite film. And for now, that’s enough for me—and her. One more kid from one more generation sees what I saw.
I know how lucky I am to call Mike a friend. She still has no idea that I know him. I don’t need to teach my daughter the level of compassion Mike has mastered. Or teach her to tell stories the way Mike tells stories. I need to teach her that it’s OK to fall a lot.
It’s the absolute best way to know you’re flying.”
My parents had to put their dog down two years ago and it’s been really hard on them. Unfortunately my stepdad,
Rick, has found the worst way to cope: feeding a one-year old raccoon and letting him live on their porch. His name is Little Rick aka Rickoon. And by “feeding” him,