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Redsting Games - QReatures by Daniel Whiddon — Kickstarter

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 09:08:44 -0400

Redsting Games - QReatures by Daniel Whiddon — Kickstarter

"The problem with organized religions, Bill Wilson once complained, ‘is their claim how confoundedly..."

Sun, 27 May 2012 09:53:47 -0400

“The problem with organized religions, Bill Wilson once complained, ‘is their claim how confoundedly right all of them are.’ The spirituality of imperfection … makes no claim to be ‘right.’ It is a spirituality more interested in questions than in answers, more a journey toward humility than a struggle for perfection. The spirituality of imperfection begins with the recognition that trying to be perfect is the most tragic human mistake.”

- The Spirituality of Imperfection: Storytelling and the Search for Meaning | Brain Pickings

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Tue, 08 May 2012 15:48:32 -0400

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Some theory — Faculty Development

Wed, 02 May 2012 06:20:41 -0400

Some theory — Faculty Development

Start something – Take Action – Google

Sat, 21 Apr 2012 08:40:23 -0400

Start something – Take Action – Google

Google Updates Anti-SOPA Site With New #OurWeb Campaign | TPM Idea Lab

Sat, 21 Apr 2012 08:40:11 -0400

Google Updates Anti-SOPA Site With New #OurWeb Campaign | TPM Idea Lab

Location -Elizabeth Wende Breast Care, LLC. - Rochester New York

Sat, 21 Apr 2012 08:37:47 -0400

Location -Elizabeth Wende Breast Care, LLC. - Rochester New York

Clinton Crossings Office | Borg and Ide Imaging

Sat, 21 Apr 2012 08:37:35 -0400

Clinton Crossings Office | Borg and Ide Imaging

"You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving..."

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 21:34:41 -0400

“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got. And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever. And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives. And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen. -Aaron Freeman.”

- Fundies Say The Darndest Things