August 2011
Aug 31st
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Aug 31st
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Aug 31st
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Aug 30th
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‘Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother’s womb. But whereas the fruit of the plant, the fruit of the animal, the fruit of the mother’s womb, assume autonomous and natural forms, art, the spiritual fruit of man, usually shows an absurd resemblance to the aspect of something else. Only in our own epoch have painting and sculpture been...
Aug 29th
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Aug 27th
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Aug 24th
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Astronaut. Astronauts (plural). Noun Something that makes a space for itself. Synonyms (in the old tongue) Projection, Plan, Coordinate, Word,  Organism, Xenogeny Originating from Astronaut, A member of the crew of a spaceship or other spacecraft that travels beyond Earth’s atmosphere, or someone trained to serve that purpose. Coined from Ancient Greek ἄστρον (ástron, “star”) and...
Aug 24th
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Aug 24th
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And now I’m mad about space junk I’m all burned out about space junk Walk and talk about space junk It smashed my baby’s head, space junk And now my sally’s dead, space junk
Aug 23rd
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Aug 21st
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the blue buuus is callin’ uuuus
Aug 17th
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Aug 16th
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Aug 14th
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Aug 13th
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Aug 13th
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"Trailhead" by E. O. Wilson →
“By the time the colony had reached its full mature size, two years after the nuptial flight of the Queen, it contained more than ten thousand workers. It was able, in the following year, to rear virgin queens, and males, and through them to give birth to new colonies. By that time the Queen was producing eggs at the average rate of one every fifteen minutes. Heavy and torpid, she lay in...
Aug 13th
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Aug 13th
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Aug 6th
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QUEEN GERTRUDE Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust: THE HAM No, black is the only colour I will ever wear!
Aug 4th
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What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Aug 4th
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Aug 1st
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Aug 1st
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