In reading through your column “Vegetarians Go Ape,” I noticed an unusual fact that you seemed to expose with great confidence. You stated that “Jane Goodall established more than twenty years ago that wild chimpanzees kill other animals once in a while and eat the meat with relish.” I question the accuracy of this. Where would wild chimpanzees obtain relish?
i am slightly annoyed when discussion panels give long, drawn out “credential” introductions to their speakers, especially if the actual intent is to legitimatize not the speaker, but rather the discussion to follow. (“he is a macarthur fellow of the henry longsocks golden calf award and a 2013 carnegie globe nominee in documentary fiction”) I am already here, ready to listen. I don’t need to be convinced of qualifications, especially of those that do not pertain to the subject being covered. I’m here for the depth of the discussion.
Fuller died on July 1, 1983, 11 days before his 88th birthday. During the period leading up to his death, his wife had been lying comatose in a Los Angeles hospital, dying of cancer. It was while visiting her there that he exclaimed, at a certain point: “She is squeezing my hand!” He then stood up, suffered a heart attack, and died an hour later, at age 87. His wife of 66 years died 36 hours later. They are buried in Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
I believe that probably the most important thing is that a loving person is a person who loves him or herself. Now people are going to sit up and say, “Oh, oh, what does he mean by that?” I’m not talking about the ego trip. I’m not talking about standing before a mirror and saying, “Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all? You’re so right, mirror.” You know that isn’t what I’m talking about when I say a person who loves him or herself. I’m talking about a person who loves oneself as being someone who realizes that you can only give away what you have, so you damned well better work at getting something. You want to be the most educated, the most brilliant, the most exciting, the most versatile, the most creative individual in the world, because then you can give it away; and the only reason you have anything is to give it away.
and a few pictorial biographies on albert einstein for my typography class. we’re remaking the cover and a random chapter in the book for the next 10 weeks. The book is fiction but its well written and though i’ve only read the chapter assigned to me, it was quite interesting.
"Birds-whose intelligence we tend to malign-know not to foul the nest. Shrimps with brains the size of lint particles know it. Algae know it. One-celled microorganisms know it. It is time for us to know it too."
"Martin Demaine is an artist turned computer scientist, once known as "the father of Canadian glass," who began his artistic career glass-blowing, and later taught himself computer science by sitting in on his son’s classes."
"i think that sometimes people need distance apart to feel closer together so it is good that you miss your friend because it means that no oceans or mountains or towns or citys or roads can keep you and your friend from loving each other and you must remember that you will one day meet again and on that day that you meet again your smiles will stretch for as wide as the distance that you have been apart and that is a beautiful thing to know."