Top 5 misconceptions about evolution: A guide to demystify the foundation of modern biology.
Here is an infographic to help inform citizens. From my experience most people who misunderstand evolution are actually misinformed about what science is and how it operates. That said, here are five of the biggest barriers faced when one explains evolution - I have faced these and they are documented in the literature.
I hope you can build on my work and improve the communication between the scientists and the public.
Want to do more? If you want to donate to the cause of science education I suggest the National Center for Science Education http://ncse.com, your local university, or an equivalent organization. Volunteering at schools and inviting scientists into classrooms are two ways to encourage an informed society. Attend hearings if school boards start questioning evolution’s role in public curriculum. Raise a storm if anyone tries to ban science. Plus, it never hurts to reblog a well made evolution post.
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Highly evolved infographic there.
I love celebrity encounters. The best was in a hotel in London.
I was in the lobby and saw Lucy Liu. She’s, like, this tall. She looked up at me and saw a tag sticking out the back of my sweater. She reached up, tucked it in, and said, ‘Now you’re perfect.’
I would die on a battlefield for Lucy Liu."
More from poet-wonder Timothy DuWhite:Joy RevisitedDuring a discussion about existentialismour professor explains to us that all true intellectualsmust understand that meaning will always be subjective.It is simply a matter of who wins the majority vote.For example, this is only a handbecause enough mouths have spoke it into existence.So, a while back I decidedI’ll try to be my own self-determining agent of authenticity.So this is not a hand.No, this is a hubalu.I occasionally pick shit up with it.Here, pass me the ballWatch me catch it with my hubalus.This,is meaning,for me.It is mine.I made it.I am not asking you for yours.Yet, what does it matter without a majorities approval?For the last few years I’ve been trying to define my own meaning for Joy.The dictionary says that Joy is a state of happiness or felicity.Yet, that always felt so limiting.If Joy truly only shows up when I am happy;Then it does not deserve meNo,I want my meaning for Joy to be bigger than that.The day I was diagnosed H.I.V positiveI showered my body in this worlds definition of sorrow.I didn’t speak of joy for monthsMy family and friends would not allow it.I was supposed to be sad.Every mouth around me spoke it into existence."Tim you are only 21.Tim you have only loved once.Tim you must truly hate him.”But see today I am 23.Just as alive as before only difference is now a college graduatewith enough intellect to understandthat meaningis always subjective.So I’ll tell you what Joy is.It is a year and a half later after my diagnosis.It is me calling my ex,calling my first love,and telling him,that I forgive himfor everything.Joy is me unblocking his phone number.Me listening to how his year has been;The struggles he has been forced to go through.Joy is me no longer being afraid to admitthat I still love the man that gave me a terminal illness.And though the majority of you may not approve of this,that is okay,because this is Joy for me.It is mine.I made it.I made it.I made it.I am not asking you for yours.
Kesha got out of rehab, cut her hair, unfollowed Dr. Luke, changed her artistic name to Kesha Rose, and updated her twitter image, bio and header
I can feel the comeback in my bones
"Suicidal feelings are not the same as giving up on life. Suicidal feelings often express a powerful and overwhelming need for a different life. Suicidal feelings can mean, in a desperate and unyielding way, a demand for something new. Listen to someone who is suicidal and you often hear a need for change so important, so indispensable, that they would rather die than go on living without the change. And when the person feels powerless to make that change happen, they become suicidal.
Help comes when the person identifies the change they want and starts to believe it can actually happen. Whether it is overcoming an impossible family situation, making a career or study change, standing up to an oppressor, gaining relief from chronic physical pain, igniting creative inspiration, feeling less alone, or beginning to value their self worth, at the root of suicidal feelings is often powerlessness to change your life – not giving up on life itself."
these are incredible words. I have never been able to articulate this.
A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.
Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)
When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.
Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.
Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.
Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.
Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.
'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle. (via queenofeden)
"My high heels double as weapons"
According to the laws of physics, a planet in the shape of a doughnut (toroid) could exist. Physicist Anders Sandberg says that such planets would have very short nights and days, an arid outer equator, twilight polar regions, moons in strange orbits and regions with very different gravity and seasons.
Read more: http://bit.ly/1kPLXGT via io9
petition to turn the earth into a fucking doughnut
THE STORY POTENTIAL FOR THIS IS AMAZING YOU COULD HAVE TWO ENTIRELY DIFFERENT CIVILIZATIONS SEPARATED BY DESERT ON THE OUTSIDE AND AN PERMANENT NIGHT-WINTER ON THE INSIDE
YOU COULD (WITH A LITTLE FUDGING ON TIDES OR SOME STABILIZATION FORCE) HAVE MOONS THAT GO THROUGH THE FUCKING HOLE, WITH LUNAR-POWERED SORCERERS LIVING ON THE INNER EQUATOR IN GIANT ICE CASTLES WAITING FOR THE TIME OF THE MONTH WHEN THE MOON ILLUMINATES THE ETERNAL NIGHTTIME AND THEIR SPELLS HAVE THE MOST POWER
YOU COULD HAVE ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SPECIES THAT EVOLVED ON OPPOSITE SIDES WHO ARE BASICALLY ALIENS ON THE SAME PLANET AND WHOEVER CROSSES THE GIANT DESERT OR ARCTIC CIRCLE (HEH) MAKES FIRST CONTACT
THIS IS SO COOL
THIS IS SO COOL
I WANT TO RUN FIFTY THOUSAND GAMES ON WORLDS LIKE THIS HOLY FUCK
THIS JUST IN IF I’M UNDERSTANDING THE MAGNETIC FIELDS CORRECTLY I THINK THE ETERNAL NIGHT ICE REALM WILL HAVE NEAR-CONSTANT ELECTRICAL STORMS
Re-reblogging for the additional stuff.
this is the coolest article oh wow
Invitation to an Area night club party. The capsule was placed in water and the invitation appeared. Area was open from 1983 to 1987.
'useless fucking paperclips'
I think I found my new bff.
Chloe Smearname, you are fantastic.
An embroidery for my portfolio class. The assignment was to illustrate a personal journey.
The quote in the sky is by Edvard Munch, “From my rotting body flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.”
Basically that’s where the imagery all started from for me.
Tombstone reads “Vi møtes igjen” which is Norwegian for “We meet again.”
I don’t want to write too much, so I’ll let the piece speak for itself.
Imagine how long this took