Issue 4 - April 29, 2012

"No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings." -William Blake


Albert Einstein and Indian philosopher and poet Rabindranath Tagore have the most fascinating conversation I've ever had the pleasure of reading

Time-lapse videos of flying over the Earth at night and an astronauts view from space
 

Zefrank discusses imagination and how we never really stop pretending, even in adulthood

John Green asks how "dark" the Dark Ages really were

TED-Ed asks how small is an atom? (Among many other fascinating questions)

Plant Money asks whether Iceland should get rid of its currency
 

Magnetic tape never looked so cool

Radiolab brings you to the 'Crossroads' and delves into the mythos surrounding Robert Johnson

Parasitic fungi completely annihilates insects, hopefully there isn't a human version of this

Now For Something Completely 'Planetary Resources'
 

'Planetary Resources' is a company which seeks to mine asteroids for valuable metals, thus making the film 'Moon' a proof-of-concept piece. Since their recent announcement a lot of interesting articles have been posted and questions asked.

One of the more important questions is whether asteroid mining violates space law?

Mike Wall of Space.com explores the economics of space mining and finds quite a few advantages as well as covering the high-profile investors of the project

Then there's the obvious question of how someone mines an asteroid in the first place. There's also an interactive video which is just as vague
but still fascinating

Finally, Hank Green summarizes most of the above in an episode of SciShow

Something of Inspiration (x2) 

Charlie Chaplin's final speech in his film 'The Dictator' resonates as much today as it would in the forties.

James Ragan recites "If For Each Of Us," a poem about reliving your life just to appreciate the simple things

Reserved Vernacular 

Spaghetti Westerns with my father

As my father and I watched the sheriff win a gunfight
With a man whose life probably didn’t pan out the way he had hoped
My father shares the film’s sentiment of justice served,

But once the sheriff says what little he needed to and begins his journey home

I couldn’t help to wonder what he was returning to.
If, at every sunset he rode into, every lone cactus and tumbleweed he passed,
He would see the faces of men he justly served.

If, after leaving his wife to perform his duty,

She would consider him a dead man;
Not so much to make his absence more bearable, but more a wish
To spare his soul from the trade that chose him.

Before the final shot faded into credits,

I turned to my father and asked, “Who really won?”
And with a stern look and a blank stare he replied, “The man with a clear conscience.”


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