More than everything else, however, the expedition undertaken by Delambre and Méchain in the waning years of the 18th century fundamentally changed what it meant to be a scientist. In fact, it encouraged the invention of the term itself and the very idea of a scientist. “In 1792, Jean-Paul Marat had been the first personContinue reading “Measure for Measure: Delambre, Méchain, and the Meter – The Things that Endure (Part 2 of 2)”
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Selfishness
Brandon was a firm believer in the concept of re-gifting. After all, if you really liked something, chances were someone who liked you would also like that something. It wasn’t cheap; it was economical and earth friendly. It was also why none of Brandon’s romantic relationships could last longer than a year. Brandon told hisContinue reading “Selfishness”
Inspiration – Audience Participation in “Doctor Who”
I have to start this post with an entirely personal and subjective opinion – if you are not watching Doctor Who, or have never watched Doctor Who, do so immediately! I will try my best to avoid any spoilers here, but the show is so fantastically done nine times out of ten that it’s reallyContinue reading “Inspiration – Audience Participation in “Doctor Who””
Measure for Measure: Delambre, Méchain, and the Meter – The Things that Endure (Part 1 of 2)
Dr. David M. Burns once advised his colleagues to “Aim for success, not perfection. Never give up your right to be wrong, because then you will lose the ability to learn new things and move forward with your life.” This attitude towards success was not always so widespread throughout the scientific community. There was aContinue reading “Measure for Measure: Delambre, Méchain, and the Meter – The Things that Endure (Part 1 of 2)”
Gone By
Every day I wake and Around me squats a city of steel and concrete. Roaring trucks trundle past my window, Their exhaust leaving trails in the still morning air, and the Howling wind breaking against half-finished buildings keeps me from sleeping. Deep breath in, I close my eyes; imagining the Arbors of my youth, falling asleepContinue reading “Gone By”