What’s Next for Mittens?

Do not be alarmed… this is only science fiction. O’bama is reality. Remain Calm.

Prometheus Unbound

Who cares?

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I won’t miss him.

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Science Policy Around the Web – November 8, 2012

Science Policy For All

By: Jennifer Plank

Our weekly linkpost, bringing you interesting and informative links on science policy issues buzzing about the internet.

As Dengue Fever Sweeps India, A Slow Response Stirs Experts’ Fears  While the Indian government will not acknowledge the magnitude of the Dengue Fever epidemic in their country, the virus spread by mosquitoes is affecting hundreds of millions of people throughout the world. In New Delhi, India’s capital, hospitals are overcrowded with patients affected with the disease. Interestingly, experts estimate that millions of people have been sickened with Dengue in 2012 while officials for the Indian government estimate that only approximately 30,000 individuals have been affected thus far in 2012. This underestimation results in insufficient policies to reduce spreading of the disease and delays in developing vaccines to prevent Dengue infection. (Gardiner Harris)

Warmer Still: Extreme Climate Predictions Appear Most Accurate– While most scientists agree that the…

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Persistence of Time – Forward

The days grow long as the cool winds now begin to grow frigid across the land. My hands are frozen as they grip to bags carrying books across campus and along the small town roads off campus as I have to walk the distance to get to class. He knows where I am, and yet he can not come. The war keeps him and I know it’s what he wants. A man’s heart is not easy, but it is true. I work in the wards and wipe away dried caked soot from wounds gone dry. It’s not not so much the wounds of the flesh that these men carry, but those inside that no one comes to talk about. And yet I carry on, dapping soft white cloth into the pool of water at the table side next to their sick bed. My soft voice I pray brings some sort of comfort as I try to heal what only a man’s war can bring to men and women such as these. I cringe noticing the half hanging nail still clinging to the underside of his callus toughened fingers. I swallow hard and scorn myself for such an uncontrolled response. These men fight night and day to provide those things which women such as I can have privilege to go home to in peace of mind to cook warm meals and tend to those wounds of the heart which will be left unsewn here today. Medicine can do only so much. The penicillin brings hope as sanitary conditions clean the area well and bring a new sense of cleansed healing at the back of the lines. Bullet shot mounds of grass between lands of hidden men and women lingering behind quiet unspoken places bring a sense of home, heart, hope. My life may not be as rugged or strong. I may not carry a weapon or garnish a brand upon the minds of my opposition so as to elicit dark dreams of unrest that their days grow short as we come. My war is not one of hyper-vigilance in the dark where men hold guns and trudge through grungy, grimy places left only to the imagination of others. But I hold the line of the war I do wage. I stand strong. As strong and as brave as those who move closer to the front before me. Each of us hold our place. Each of us take our stand. Each of us have our say among the enemy. And when the days are gone and the wars of the flesh are won, it is home to me and those like me, to us their hearts then come. We are ready. We are strong. We are here for you. And we care. For their families, for their friends, and always for them. Let us prepare, even as the holidays grow near. Even then, we wage on, making our mark each day. Even then, we are never alone. Fight for me brothers, as I fight for you. When the battle is done and you put down your gun, if you wonder what to do next, I will be here. We, will be here. We know. We know what comes next. Peace. Peace of the heart. In our country. For them. Because of them. We are one.

non sibi sed patriae. “Not for self, but for country”

When you do it, do it right, do it strong, do it as one, and be proud when it’s done.

Free Write 7/12/2012

Her heals clacked along the ceramic tiles flooring of the local grocery store down on main. She’d been here many times before, as had so many others for such a small town with only two to choose. She used to go to the other one. The one on the other end of town. But now that was among the many things left in the destruction of her marriage. Things she used to do. She pulled her coat closer across her shoulders as a cool breeze blew in the door from the other end. She hated this time of year. She favorite fruits were nearly impossible to get in this remote of a location, leaving her little choice but to trek down the dimly lit recesses of the canned foods isle.

He would be home soon. The new guy in her life. He wasn’t particularly anything special to her in her life, but then again right now nothing was. Why did all the cans appear to be approximately the same size and mostly within the same shades of color? She thought longingly of fresh bites of delicately seeded strawberries followed by the crisp sweet sugar-snap peas she knew usually settled atop the produce isle shelves in any time other than midwinter. Her mouth began to water as her eyes continued down the aisles and she half-heartedly began to bring herself back to the stark reality of the world around her.

So much had changed since John went away. The world itself had seen change. Who would have thought that someone like her would have been standing here in the latest CK dress and , “yes dear, THOSE shoes,” as her mind began to roll down the emergency stock list. 10 cans of stewed tomatoes, 5 huge bags of rice. Beans enough to make any man’s protein count for months on end without doubt. The list continued and her thoughts mingled with the bomb shelter they would soon inhibit in this 1930’s world of forlorn war. Cans and refrigeration. A woman’s first salvation.

yes, she answered herself, we do have plenty of can openers. Water in bottles. Who would have thought. Emergency bandage kits had been stocked in the same isle in a haphazard approach for the emergency shopping ease of the masses, at their earliest convenience. Yes, he would be home soon. She would have to hurry. The canned goods came in bulk as she eyed a rather large tub of pudding. The kids would like that. Plates and spoons. It was amazing the most trivial everyday things one had to concentrate on as the world crashed down around them.

Free Write 7/12/2012

                Her heals clacked along the ceramic tiles flooring of the local grocery store down on main. She’d been here many times before, as had so many others for such a small town with only two to choose. She used to go to the other one. The one on the other end of town. But now that was among the many things left in the destruction of her marriage. Things she used to do. She pulled her coat closer across her shoulders as a cool breeze blew in the door from the other end. She hated this time of year. She favorite fruits were nearly impossible to get in this remote of a location, leaving her little choice but to trek down the dimly lit recesses of the canned foods isle.

                He would be home soon. The new guy in her life. He wasn’t particularly anything special to her in her life, but then again right now nothing was. Why did all the cans appear to be approximately the same size and mostly within the same shades of color? She thought longingly of fresh bites of delicately seeded strawberries followed by the crisp sweet sugar-snap peas she knew usually settled atop the produce isle shelves in any time other than midwinter. Her mouth began to water as her eyes continued down the aisles and she half-heartedly began to bring herself back to the stark reality of the world around her.

                So much had changed sinceJohnwent away. The world itself had seen change. Who would have thought that someone like her would have been standing here in the latest CK dress and , “yes dear, THOSE shoes,” as her mind began to roll down the emergency stock list. 10 cans of stewed tomatoes, 5 huge bags of rice. Beans enough to make any man’s protein count for months on end without doubt. The list continued and her thoughts mingled with the bomb shelter they would soon inhibit in this 1930’s world of forlorn war. Cans and refrigeration. A woman’s first salvation.

                yes, she answered herself, we do have plenty of can openers. Water in bottles. Who would have thought. Emergency bandage kits had been stocked in the same isle in a haphazard approach for the emergency shopping ease of the masses, at their earliest convenience. Yes, he would be home soon. She would have to hurry. The canned goods came in bulk as she eyed a rather large tub of pudding. The kids would like that. Plates and spoons. It was amazing the most trivial everyday things one had to concentrate on as the world crashed down around them.