Minimal Posters - Six Women Who Changed Science. And The World.
I’ve chosen only these portraits of famous scientists (Einstein, Tesla and Darwin), but there are some pretty cool photos in “Realistically colorized historical photos make the past seem incredibly real" at twentytwowords.com. Worth a visit.
One of the most fascinating things I’ve learned since coming to college is how completely impossible it is to predict how every person you meet can influence you. I know that this isn’t a very articulate phrasing, but that’s what it is: you never know.
I meet all kinds of people throughout…
seriously can NOT wait for this.
I hate crying. But it’s the leaky tears that are my least favorite kind of tears. I can put up with the other kinds: full on sobbing, with the tears gushing out unstoppably; or weeping tears that trickle slowly down from the corners of your eyes; or frustrated tears, which make your eyes fuzzy…
I remember a summer night when such a thought came to me strongly. It was a clear night without a moon. With a friend, I went out on a flat headland that is almost a tiny island, being all but surrounded by the waters of the bay. There the horizons are remote and distant rims on the edge of space. We lay and looked up at the sky and the millions of stars that blazed in darkness. The night was so still that we could hear the buoy on the ledges out beyond the mouth of the bay. Once or twice a word spoken by someone on the far shore was carried across the clear air. A few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of other human life; my companion and I were alone with the stars. I have never seen them more beautiful: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. Once or twice a meteor burned its way into the earth’s atmosphere.
It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century or even once in a human generation, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be seen many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night perhaps they will never see it.
- Sense of Wonder, Rachel Carson