So instead of letting go of the nut, the monkeys just sit there until the hunters come back, pick them up, and throw them in a bag.
The spider monkeys are not prepared to let go of a small nut in order to gain their freedom.
Not only that, but long distance carriers would leave their engines running all the time.
No way, get out of town!
I trust that we will disagree on this subject, just as I believe that you saw people sacrifice their lives when fighting for democracy during WWII. I am sorry that my generation has failed to honor such sacrifice and that of the people who first sacrificed to forge such a democracy.
If the site that an individual scout finds is excellent, the resultant waggle dance is exuberant. On the other hand, if the site is only acceptable, the waggle dance is more muted. The competition for having found the best site does not result in deception: given that the objective is the overall welfare of the swarm, the scouts are scrupulous about being honest in their assessments.
Was it a dream where you see yourself standing in sort of Sun God robes on a pyramid with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you?
Why am I the only person that has that dream?
Kindness in thinking creates profoundness
Kindness in giving creates love
it is only this vessel that shadows surround
Let me see if I can clear up some of this confusion: Zero Emissions Vehicles produce emissions, clean coal isn't, and George Bush is leading the country.
This was after she had given a very romantic card that quoted Frederick Engel, "To be in love is to know great torments of delight."
Her response to the two page printout:
"Well, it was passionate, in an intellectual sort of way."
Hey, come on, the personal cover note was in red ink!
all life is sacred so life with compassion
all life is changing so live with awareness
all life is a teacher so live with humility
the edge, about to jump off. I immediately ran over and said "Stop!
Don't do it!"
"Why shouldn't I?" he said.
I said, "Well, there's so much to live for!"
"Well ... are you religious or atheist?"
"Me too! Are you Christian or Jewish?"
"Me too! Are you Catholic or Protestant?"
"Me too! Are you Episcopalian or Baptist?"
"Wow! Me too! Are you Baptist Church of God or Baptist Church of the
"Baptist Church of God."
"Me too! Are you Original Baptist Church of God, or are you Reformed
Baptist Church of God?"
"Reformed Baptist Church of God."
"Me too! Are you Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of
1879, or Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1915?"
"Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1915!"
To which I said, "Die, heretic scum!" and pushed him off.
The one is turned to other, "Oh, Dear, let's stop."
DANIEL LEVITIN: My guess is it starts with trying to unite rationality with irrationality.
The difference with climate change, however, is that it is not perceived so much as a single, definable issue but as an amorphous, wide-ranging problem where cows, coal and even the kitchen sink can be seen as a threat.
The anxiety many youngsters feel is increased by a sense that they are too young to influence events. Denial, resignation, cynicism, anxiety, hopelessness and even despair can arise from a perception that global problems are overwhelming and complicated.
Really, it's better if you don't ask, don't tell, and above all else, Don't Panic!
The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
Hey, Murray, screw you, and screw your corrupt, vicious, law-breaking, public-teat-sucking, mountain-blowing-up, working-poor-killing, planet-destroying dinosaur of an industry. The sooner the world is rid of you the better. Crawl back under your rock.
Till then you only know what doesn't work ..."
Benjamin: Yes, sir.
Mr. McGuire: Are you listening?
Benjamin: Yes, I am.
Mr. McGuire: Plastics.
This is a lot of trouble. I steal all my pens - not from stores, that's shoplifting. I steal them from co-workers. That's sharing.
But in practice we find that it often appears to center only on economic considerations, with social or ecologic benefits considered as an afterthought rather than given equal weight at the outset. Businesses calculate their conventional economic profitability and add what they perceive to be the social benefits, with perhaps, some reduction in environmental damage. ...
The real magic results when industry begins with all these questions, addressing them up front as "triple top line" questions rather than turning to them after the fact. ... In fact, often a project that begins with pronounced concerns of Ecology or Equity (How do I create habitat? How do I create jobs?) can turn out to be tremendously productive financially in ways that would never have been imagined if you'd started from a purely economic perspective."
That doesn’t even count the 619 existing coal-fired power plants that we should start decommissioning if we are serious about curbing climate change.
"Q.E.D., What's that acronym mean?"
We are farked.
Roger Slotkin: "About a quarter of million."
CP: "And, how much would it cost to convert all those dirty diesels to less dirty diesel-electric plug-in hybrids?"
RS: "How much? About the cost of 10 weeks of war in Iraq."
As the climate threat becomes just as clear, it is time for us to rise to our generation’s great challenge, reduce global warming pollution, build clean, prosperous economies, and leave a legacy to our children and theirs of a habitable world in which they too can prosper and thrive.
It’s up to us to lay claim to our own generation’s greatness. The time is absolutely now.
Japanese to English: (”Something needs to be done”)
Repeat the experiment, but add extra CO2 to the air in the box. The air with extra CO2 absorbs more infrared radiation, and gets hotter.
Voila! You have just proved the underlying principle of global warming. You do not need climate models, supercomputers, correlational data, or statistical analysis. This experiment is completely repeatable, 100% of the time.
The region's unemployment rate grows, and those with jobs face stagnant salaries. Property taxes go up, even as home values drop. And people still have to feed their families.
"...my father thought the whole idea was absurd. He refused to identify the stream he had crossed at Bomako, where it is no deeper, he said, than a man is high, with the great widespread waters of the vast Niger delta. Distances as measured in miles had no meaning for him.... Maps are liars, he told me briefly. From his tone of voice I could tell that I had offended him in some way not known to me at the time. The things that hurt one do not show on a map. ... With my big map-talk, I had effaced the magnitude of his cargo-laden, heat-weighted tracks."
They came first for the communists, and I didn't speak out . . .
because I wasn't a Communist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak out . . .
because I wasn't a Jew.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn't speak out . . .
because I wasn't a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn't speak out. . .
because I was a Protestant.
And then they came for me, and by that time
no one was left to speak up . . .
Chop wood, carry water.
Chop wood, carry water.
* Reduce dependency on automobiles, particularly for short trips in the center city, reducing traffic congestion, vehicle emissions, and demand for parking.
* Enhance our existing public transportation system by adding capacity to use a public bicycle to complete the first or last leg of a trip (i.e., from the train station to the workplace) and enable bus and rail commuters to make short trips from the workplace without a car.
* Expand the health and wellness benefits of bicycle transportation beyond traditional enthusiast groups to everyone living or working in the center city.
* Spur the transformation of city streets to become environments where pedestrians and bicyclists feel safe and comfortable.
what we save that makes us rich; not what we read but what we remember that makes
us learned; and not what we profess but what we practice that gives us integrity.
Surprisingly, though, demands that Bush officials be held accountable for their war crimes are becoming more common in mainstream political discourse, not less so. The mountain of conclusive evidence that has recently emerged directly linking top Bush officials to the worst abuses -- combined with Dick Cheney's brazen, defiant acknowledgment of his role in these crimes (which perfectly tracked Bush's equally defiant 2005 acknowledgment of his illegal eavesdropping programs and his brazen vow to continue them) -- is forcing even the reluctant among us to embrace the necessity of such accountability.
It's almost as though everyone's nose is now being rubbed in all of this: now that the culpability of our highest government officials is no longer hidden, but is increasingly all out in the open, who can still defend the notion that they should remain immune from consequences for their patent lawbreaking? As Law Professor Jonathan Turley said several weeks ago on The Rachel Maddow Show: "It's the indictment of all of us if we walk away from a clear war crime."
The more that we try to divorce technology from politics, the more we try to say that technology is neutral, the more we run the risk of falling into the trap of unintended consequences.
- What would we do if all of our vehicles 'vanished' and we had to restructure our basic needs without the sunk cost of automobiles?
-Would the answers to the above question ONLY be implemented IF all our vehicles 'vanished'? Why or why not?
Our mythos would seem to indicate that such revolution becomes possible by messianic means. A world hero appears with a unique ability to communicate what needs to be done, one whose personal struggle exemplifies what is worth saving, one who calls forth from others the integrity, compassion and wisdom needed to change the course of events. The faint of heart should not apply.
Newt Gingrich has said of himself, "I am not a citizen of the world. I think the entire concept is intellectual nonsense and stunningly dangerous!" Indeed? Who then will make sense of such matters? Who will inspire people to think of themselves not only as sharing life with other life upon our planet for this moment, but also for seven generations, or seventy generations, or seven hundred generations? We make weapons of mass destruction that can create dangerous consequences for such periods of time. Can we make of our lives the possibility of positive consequences for the same such time?
Do you think the U.S. can afford to spend half a trillion dollars on imported oil? I sure don't, particularly with our economy in the shape it is today. Yet that's how much we spent in 2008. And if we keep buying more and more foreign oil, we'll spend an estimated $2 trillion a year by 2020.
Does this make sense to you? It sure doesn't make sense to me, especially when we have so much domestic energy right here that we're not tapping into.
A key doctrine of the cult of American Exceptionalism is that the USA has no ethical or moral obligations to anyone else, ever, for any reason.
We are America. The rest of the world has moral obligations to us, simply because we are America, the Greatest Nation In The History Of The World. (The world’s moral obligation to the USA consists principally of giving US corporations free access to their natural resources and cheap labor.)
The USA no more has “moral obligations” to the rest of the world than Rome had “moral obligations” to the European barbarians.
I mean, come on — to this day the USA has not renounced first strike use of nuclear weapons. Barack Obama, like every US president since Truman, is prepared to push a button and incinerate half the world. “Moral obligations”? Give me a break.
Vast quantities of food are exported to other states and nations, while similarly vast quantities are brought in to feed Illinois’ citizens.
I give up.
"O.K., so what sort of intelligence should humans mimic when they finally decide to address degradation of the atmosphere from human caused pollution?"
Any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness I can show for any fellow creature, let me do it now.
Let me not defer it, nor neglect it.
For I shall not pass this way again.
Therefore, when I meet a venomous person, I do not blame them for their behavior and I act with compassion.
I stand six feet back and call animal control.
"GRAAUUWWWKKK!" says the big slumbrous reptile, peering out its laser-green lidless bulging eyes and missing nothing. "Brickbats fly my fireplace," answers Van Vliet. "Upside down I see them in the fire. They squeak and roast there. Wings leap across the floor." "KRAAEEAUUWWWKKK!" advises heat-resistant gila.
Van Vliet the Captain nods and ponders the efficacy of such a course. They've both just washed down the last of the scalding chilli fulla big eyed beans from Venus what glare atcha accusingly as ya poppem doomward inya mouf. The Captain, Van Vliet, call him which you choose, has chosen to live out here, squatflat wampum on this blazened barren ground for many a year. Don't see too much o' the hoomin side o' the varmint family out here, but that's fine with Cap Vliet, "Doc" as he's called by the crusty prospectors hung on lak chiggers from times before his emigration to this spot.
"A component? Like a capacitor?"