- While some conventionally trained geologists are curious about mythic stories, others don't like it, missing out on the kernels of truth embedded in the narratives.
- Literate people are also sceptical about the power of oral traditions.
- If academics don't follow good practice like asking permission first, publishing research can lead to accusations of cultural appropriation.
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While modern social networks have done a lot to enable human interaction, their infrastructure and operations leave much to be desired. Widespread censorship, arbitrary algorithm changes, privacy violations, intrusive ads, and undue exploitation of creators are some complaints levelled against legacy social networks.
Blockchains can help create decentralized social media networks that are user-controlled, censorship-resistant, and private.
you guys bring me happiness everyday
when i see you at school
or when we're walking home
when i need to cry on someones shoulder
you guys are the ones i would go to
and ones that would actually care
we have the best of times together
i remember the joke we shared months ago
the insides we have from everyday
when I'm mad at someone else
i go to talk to you guys
u can feel my anger and pain
where would i be without you two...
dedicated-
Casey D.(Gertrude) and Elaina H. I dont know what i would do without you two. You guys complete me i SO many ways. I love you guys and i always will!!!
Do you “feel” like your age? Our culture, families, and friends help us create an idea of what “being 25” or “being 40” or “being 60” should look like, but the truth is, there is no one way to define what a person should have accomplished by a given age. Still, you might feel uncomfortable if your perception of yourself doesn’t align with your idea of what being an adult of a certain age should look like—but there are steps you can take to help manage those expectations and focus on your reality.
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Reverent, wistful, wise, both Whitman and Dvorak take a sweeping look back over the trials and triumphs of life with a sense of closure and acceptance. The poem and the piece are a salute to life as it stands, happiness and heartbreak included. Rather than a continuum, we feel the past and present all at once—ending not with a bang, but with a whisper.
Hygge is the pursuit of everyday happiness – it's about finding joy in the experience of each and every day. It's about finding an appreciation for the small things that add huge value to our lives.
This appreciation manifests itself in Danish culture because hygge is also about togetherness and sharing. While you can experience hygge by yourself, the Danes put a lot of emphasis on spending time in intimate groups. The core ideas are around well-being, coziness, warmth, safety, intimacy, and gratitude.
It was a warm fall night,
And scattered around the ground were leaves,
As the wind blew the empty tree's gently in the breeze.
Whispers could be heard as wolves were howling steadily.
The moon was bright, the shadows were mysterious.
The laughter's slowly diminished as the fog rolled in.
The land grew dark, the shadows not as sharp,
But the waves kept moving peacefully -in and out.-
The tide was high, the moon was full but slightly hidden in this merely fog that had moved on shore.
Clouds slowly part as the stars can be seen, lighting the colours of the forest.
As our boat entered the harbour's lights, we knew we were finally home; safe and sound!
Our journey has come to an end on this warm fall night, so we thought...
im sorry for being me
i wish i had some other life
not being who i am
if i could i would
i would change everything
the drugs and cutting
the fights and drinking
all that hurts you seeing me
all you see in me is drugs
thats who runs my life
i have no say in it
because its true
i'll get help
when i think its time
i'll do it for you
i'll do it for my baby
, genre: abstract, style: Abstract Expressionism, location: Los AngelesUnited States, completition: 2012.
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I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a girl living a life of shame
I am he one who you made insane
I am a person wanting to know more
I am the one who you showed the door
I am the one who you will never know
I am the one who'll let you go
Because i am the one who will end the show
Helen Gallagher, Winner of Two Tonys and Three Emmys, Dies at 98
She was honored on Broadway for roles in “Pal Joey” and “No, No, Nanette” and then turned to TV, where she won three Daytime Emmys for her work on “Ryan’s Hope.
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The Past and Present of Power
A new show at Swiss Institute, New York explores energy’s political, ecological and social uses – as a resource and weapon.
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sing a song of sixpence
a bottle full of rye
four and twenty blackbirds
baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened
the birds began to sing;
Who put that pastry on,
we could'nt see a thing!
The King was in the
counting house
Counting out
his money;
The Queen was
in the parlour,
Looking at him
kind of funny!
The maid was in the garden
hanging out the clothes;
where the king spends his cash,
she's the one who knows!
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Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose that I wanted to die?
I picked up that knife,
And slit up and down,
The blood rushing out,
my life ending fast was a definite doubt,
I swallowed those pills,
I knew the many people that kills,
The taste sour in my mouth,
My breath now was going south,
Slower and slower I began to breath,
Why did he have to leave,
I lay on the floor,
Trying to reach the door,
My screams no one heard,
Not even a single word,
I begged to God,
Don't let me do this,
Don't let me die,
Then for no reason,
I began to wonder why,
I remembered his face,
Oh I want to leave this place,
I crawled out the door,
Blood rushing out more and more,
The trail followed me into the kitchen,
I opened a drawer,
Then everything I used to fear,
Became so clear,
As I held that gun to my head,
I knew in a minute Id be dead,
BOOM...
Standing over my body I began to realize,
That Im not the only person people will try to victimize,
Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose,
That I wanted to die?
