One might think that by embracing the Second Law more passionately than any other principle, the physicists of the world are at worst obsessed with the absolute extinction of all life, at best just very intelligent goths. In fact, the acceptance of entropy is what finally freed science. It must have occurred to the majority of people reading this blog that those with the most apocalyptic religious beliefs, those who both expect and eagerly await a final judgement on Goodies and Baddies, just seem to want their dads to step in and sort everything out. To accept that you're going to die is a form of maturity; to accept that everything dies, but to continue to care about it anyway, might arguably be seen as the greatest achievement of either an individual or a culture.
-- Lawrence Miles
- Obrazek z "Zombieland". Ładny i zabawny film, chociaż o zombie.
I know what I have been given and what I have taken. I know to whom I owe. I know that what work I have done and what I have achieved doesn’t exist in a vacuum or outside of a larger context, or without the work and investment of other people, both within the immediate scope of my life and outside of it. I like the idea that I pay it forward, both with the people I can help personally and with those who will never know that some small portion of their own hopefully good fortune is made possible by me.
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Mainly we laid on our backs and talked; we didn't want to go to sleep. Tom said we was right in the midst of the Arabian Nights now. He said it was right along here that one of the cutest things in that book happened; so we looked down and watched while he told about it, because there ain't anything that is so interesting to look at as a place that a book has talked about. It was a tale about a camel-driver that had lost his camel, and he come along in the desert and met a man, and says:
"Have you run across a stray camel to-day?"
And the man says:
"Was he blind in his left eye?"
"Had he lost an upper front tooth?"
"Was his off hind leg lame?"
"Was he loaded with millet-seed on one side and honey on the other?"
"Yes, but you needn't go into no more details—that's the one, and I'm in a hurry. Where did you see him?"
"I hain't seen him at all," the man says.
"Hain't seen him at all? How can you describe him so close, then?"
"Because when a person knows how to use his eyes, everything has got a meaning to it; but most people's eyes ain't any good to them. I knowed a camel had been along, because I seen his track. I knowed he was lame in his off hind leg because he had favored that foot and trod light on it, and his track showed it. I knowed he was blind on his left side because he only nibbled the grass on the right side of the trail. I knowed he had lost an upper front tooth because where he bit into the sod his teeth-print showed it. The millet-seed sifted out on one side—the ants told me that; the honey leaked out on the other—the flies told me that. I know all about your camel, but I hain't seen him."
"Go on, Mars Tom, hit's a mighty good tale, and powerful interestin'."
"That's all," Tom says.
"ALL?" says Jim, astonished. "What 'come o' de camel?"
"I don't know."
"Mars Tom, don't de tale say?"
Jim puzzled a minute, then he says:
"Well! Ef dat ain't de beatenes' tale ever I struck. Jist gits to de place whah de intrust is gittin' red-hot, en down she breaks. Why, Mars Tom, dey ain't no SENSE in a tale dat acts like dat. Hain't you got no IDEA whether de man got de camel back er not?"
"No, I haven't."
I see myself there warn't no sense in the tale, to chop square off that way before it come to anything, but I warn't going to say so, because I could see Tom was souring up pretty fast over the way it flatted out and the way Jim had popped on to the weak place in it, and I don't think it's fair for everybody to pile on to a feller when he's down. But Tom he whirls on me and says:
"What do YOU think of the tale?"
Of course, then, I had to come out and make a clean breast and say it did seem to me, too, same as it did to Jim, that as long as the tale stopped square in the middle and never got to no place, it really warn't worth the trouble of telling.
Tom's chin dropped on his breast, and 'stead of being mad, as I reckoned he'd be, to hear me scoff at his tale that way, he seemed to be only sad; and he says:
"Some people can see, and some can't—just as that man said. Let alone a camel, if a cyclone had gone by, YOU duffers wouldn't 'a' noticed the track."
--Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer Abroad
[...]Construction began in 1987 with planned completion in 1989. However, after several delays, construction was eventually halted in 1992; the fall of the Soviet Union had resulted in widespread economic disruptions in North Korea and shortages of raw materials.
In April 2008, after 16 years of inactivity, work on the building was restarted by the Egyptian company Orascom Group. [...] In July 2011, it was reported that the exterior work is complete. Features that Orascom has installed include exterior glass panels and telecommunications antennas.
Przyszło to na świat wątłe, słabe. Kumy, co się były zebrały przy tapczanie położnicy, kręciły głowami i nad matką, i nad dzieckiem. Kowalka Szymonowa, która była najmądrzejsza, poczęła chorą pocieszać:
— Dajta — powiada — to zapalę nad wami gromnicę, juże z was nic nie będzie, moja kumo; już wam na tamten świat się wybierać i po dobrodzieja by posłać, żeby wam grzechy wasze odpuścił.
— Ba! — powiada druga. — A chłopaka to zara trza ochrzcić; on i dobrodzieja nie doczeka, a — powiada — błogo będzie, co choć i strzygą się nie ostanie.
Tak mówiąc zapaliła gromnicę, a potem wziąwszy dziecko pokropiła je wodą, aż poczęło oczki mrużyć, i rzekła jeszcze:
— Ja ciebie „krzcę” w Imię Ojca i Syna, i Ducha Świętego i daję ci na przezwisko Jan, a teraz–że, duszo „krześcijańska”, idź, skądeś przyszła. Amen!
Ale dusza chrześcijańska nie miała wcale ochoty iść, skąd przyszła, i opuszczać chuderlawego ciała, owszem, poczęła wierzgać nogami tego ciała, jako mogła, i płakać, chociaż tak słabo i żałośnie, że jak mówiły kumy: „Myślałby kto, kocię nie kocię albo co!”
Posłano po księdza; przyjechał, zrobił swoje, odjechał, chorej zrobiło się lepiej. W tydzień wyszła baba do roboty. Chłopak ledwo „zipał”, ale zipał; aż w czwartym roku okukała kukułka na wiosnę chorobę, więc się poprawił i w jakim takim zdrowiu doszedł do dziesiątego roku życia.
I jak już się podłączysz do tego zeszłowiecznego kabelka (opatrzonego kartonikem z prośbą o niedemontowanie wyposażenia hotelowego) i wejdziesz na stronę usługi SZYBKI INTERNET i podasz hasło, które dla niepoznaki ktoś wypisał gigantycznym neonem na budynku, musisz kliknąć tego regulamina i go zaakceptować. Możesz go również przeczytać, co też uczyniłem, dzięki czemu dowiedziałem się o swoich prawach i obowiązkach. I zakazach. Otóż
In other news, zrobiłem notkę o nowym Wilq.