Caught the first of three parts over at the Why Is Evolution True blog. I enjoyed this series of interviews very much, so I decided to post all three.
Cannot wait for the new Cosmos to air!
Oh! And if you care to watch, this is the link for live streaming of today’s Bill Nye vs Ken Ham Debate, it starts at 7 PM ET (1 AM CET). Go Science Guy!
To all of you who allow my soliloquies to sometimes turn into monologues and in even rarer occasions permit them to become conversations, my most heartfelt thanks. Thank you for sharing your most precious resource with my rants; time. I hope that in some way you have shared my feelings and enjoyed some of the ideas expressed in my posts.
We are at that time of year when many people across the globe get time off to celebrate a diversity of different holidays. Preparations are made for travel to get to a friend’s or relative’s home to share in this special time or sometimes just to get things ready to do this at one’s home.
And may we all put some Hygge into our life, as is a custom of the Danes.
In essence, hygge means creating a nice, warm atmosphere and enjoying the good things in life with good people around you. The warm glow of candlelight is hygge. Friends and family – that’s hygge too. And let’s not forget the eating and drinking – preferably sitting around the table for hours on end discussing the big and small things in life.
Well just in case you did not know it, the Greatest Rock Band of all times (in my humble opinion) has achieved 50 years of Rock & Roll. Happy Birthday to The Rolling Stones!
I guess you can say the were right on that affirmation!!
So breakout the bubbly, crank up the volume and lets Rip this Joint!!
Australian author Lynne Kelly sure sums it up nicely. She only made one major oversight…she forgot to put coffee in her phrase to make it perfect.
She is author of many books, including A Skeptics Guide to the Paranormal, Spiders: Learning to Love Them, as well as Crocodile: Evolutions Greatest Survivor
Frank Sinatra was born and raised a Catholic, but he sure had a few good ideas about religion.
I’m for decency — period. I’m for anything and everything that bodes love and consideration for my fellow-man. But when lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday — cash me out.
I’m for anything that gets you through the night, be it prayer, benzedrine or a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.
There are things about organized religion which I resent. Christ is revered as the Prince of Peace, but more blood has been shed in His name than any other figure in history. You show me one step forward in the name of religion and I’ll show you a hundred retrogressions. Remember, they were men of God who destroyed the educational treasures at Alexandria, who perpetrated the Inquisition in Spain, who burned the witches at Salem. Over 25,000 organized religions flourish on this planet, but the followers of each think all the others are miserably misguided and probably evil as well.
Although Frank Sinatra was a singer more attuned to my father and his generation, as the years go by, I have come to appreciate him and understand why he was The Voice.