So there he is at last. Man on the moon. The poor magnificent bungler! He can't even get to the office without undergoing the agonies of the damned, but give him a little metal, a few chemicals, some wire and twenty or thirty billion dollars and, vroom! there he is, up on a rock a quarter of a million miles up in the sky.
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I got the bill for my surgery. Now I know what those doctors were wearing masks for.
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In science, "fact" can only mean "confirmed to such a degree that it would be perverse to withhold provisional assent." read more
In science, "fact" can only mean "confirmed to such a degree that it would be perverse to withhold provisional assent." I suppose that apples might start to rise tomorrow, but the possibility does not merit equal time in physics classrooms.
Pentiums melt in your PC, not in your hand.
Pentiums melt in your PC, not in your hand.
You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.
You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.
Never trust a computer you can't throw out a window.
Never trust a computer you can't throw out a window.
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Nothing has such power to broaden the mind as the ability to investigate systematically and truly all that comes under thy observation in life.
We are the children of a technological age. We have found streamlined ways of doing much of our routine work. read more
We are the children of a technological age. We have found streamlined ways of doing much of our routine work. Printing is no longer the only way of reproducing books. Reading them, however, has not changed...
... it is certain that the real function of art is to increase our self-consciousness; to make us more aware read more
... it is certain that the real function of art is to increase our self-consciousness; to make us more aware of what we are, and therefore of what the universe in which we live really is. And since mathematics, in its own way, also performs this function, it is not only aesthetically charming but profoundly significant. It is an art, and a great art.
