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Ron Garan: ‘I Hope the Heat Shield and Parachutes Work’
Discovery News Space Editor Ian O’Neill reads Astronaut Ron Garan’s entire Reddit conversation.

The crowd-sourced interview is long, informative and very entertaining, so if you have the time be sure to read as much as you can. Through his Twitter account when he was in orbit, Garan stunned the world with his continuous stream of space TwitPics and now he’s taking the social web by storm, giving us a unique and personal insight to what life is like as an astronaut.
Reddit has really come into its own, and although AMA forums don’t always go to plan — as actor Woody Harrelson found out to his horror recently — Ron Garan has taken to the platform like a duck to water.

And let’s not forget this video the Space Station astronauts posted of Garan’s ‘Space Station Blues’
Image: Ron Garan composing the “Space Station Blues” as he’s informed that he’s “going home tomorrow.” Credit: Fragile Oasis

discoverynews:

Ron Garan: ‘I Hope the Heat Shield and Parachutes Work’

Discovery News Space Editor Ian O’Neill reads Astronaut Ron Garan’s entire Reddit conversation.

The crowd-sourced interview is long, informative and very entertaining, so if you have the time be sure to read as much as you can. Through his Twitter account when he was in orbit, Garan stunned the world with his continuous stream of space TwitPics and now he’s taking the social web by storm, giving us a unique and personal insight to what life is like as an astronaut.

Reddit has really come into its own, and although AMA forums don’t always go to plan — as actor Woody Harrelson found out to his horror recently — Ron Garan has taken to the platform like a duck to water.

And let’s not forget this video the Space Station astronauts posted of Garan’s ‘Space Station Blues’

Image: Ron Garan composing the “Space Station Blues” as he’s informed that he’s “going home tomorrow.” Credit: Fragile Oasis

It’s not something that we like to talk about, but doctors die, too. What’s unusual about them is not how much treatment they get compared with most Americans, but how little. They know exactly what is going to happen, they know the choices, and they generally have access to any sort of medical care that they could want. But they tend to go serenely and gently.
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Source: brooklynmutt
teachingliteracy:

10 Novels That Will Sharpen Your Mind [Interactive]
Novels may be made up, but the emotions they evoke are real. These feelings grow out of our connection to the novel’s characters and the relationships between a protagonist and others in the context of the broader society. As we follow the ups and downs of a carefully crafted story, we build connections within the social and emotional regions of the brain. The result, according to recent research, is a better understanding of other human beings and a deeper empathy for others, leading to improved social skills. Historians have also claimed that great works of fiction have lent support to the concept of human rights. (For more on the psychology of fiction, see “In the Minds of Others,” by Keith Oatley, Scientific American Mind, November/December 2011.)
Click the link and check out the interactive features.

teachingliteracy:

10 Novels That Will Sharpen Your Mind [Interactive]

Novels may be made up, but the emotions they evoke are real. These feelings grow out of our connection to the novel’s characters and the relationships between a protagonist and others in the context of the broader society. As we follow the ups and downs of a carefully crafted story, we build connections within the social and emotional regions of the brain. The result, according to recent research, is a better understanding of other human beings and a deeper empathy for others, leading to improved social skills. Historians have also claimed that great works of fiction have lent support to the concept of human rights. (For more on the psychology of fiction, see “In the Minds of Others,” by Keith Oatley, Scientific American Mind, November/December 2011.)

Click the link and check out the interactive features.

(via npr)

Why Astronauts Crave Tobasco Sauce

discoverynews:

Part of the reason may be that after arriving in space, astronauts lose their sense of smell, which largely governs the pleasurable taste of food. An example of this is coffee. “If you hold your nose and sip your coffee, you’re getting just a bitter liquid,” says Jean Hunter, a food engineer at Cornell University.

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Source: NPR
newyorker:

In Defense of Liz Lemon

Well, I can’t get on board the hate train, especially after last  week’s tour-de-force episode, in which Liz morphed from a crazy old  subway lady (every New Yorker’s dream: she gets her way at every turn)  into Heath Ledger’s Joker. Someone needs to speak up for the Lemon, and  for the Fey. Because from the beginning Liz Lemon was pathetic. That was  what was enthralling, and even revolutionary, about the character.  Unlike some other adorkable or slutty-fabulous characters I could name,  Liz only superficially resembled the protagonist of a romantic comedy,  ready to remove her glasses and be loved. She was something way more  interesting: a strange, specific, workaholic, NPR-worshipping,  white-guilt-infected, sardonic, curmudgeonly, hyper-nerdy New Yorker. In  the first episode, Jack nails her on sight as “a New York third-wave  feminist, college-educated, single-and-pretending-to-be-happy-about-it,  over-scheduled, undersexed, you buy any magazine that says ‘healthy body  image’ on the cover and every two years you take up knitting for … a  week.” Even Liz had to admit he scored a point.


- There’s been a backlash to “30 Rock” this season, particularly the character of Liz Lemon; which is why you should read the rest of Emily Nussbaum’s impassioned 1,700-word defense of her: http://nyr.kr/xDdxKc

newyorker:

In Defense of Liz Lemon

Well, I can’t get on board the hate train, especially after last week’s tour-de-force episode, in which Liz morphed from a crazy old subway lady (every New Yorker’s dream: she gets her way at every turn) into Heath Ledger’s Joker. Someone needs to speak up for the Lemon, and for the Fey. Because from the beginning Liz Lemon was pathetic. That was what was enthralling, and even revolutionary, about the character. Unlike some other adorkable or slutty-fabulous characters I could name, Liz only superficially resembled the protagonist of a romantic comedy, ready to remove her glasses and be loved. She was something way more interesting: a strange, specific, workaholic, NPR-worshipping, white-guilt-infected, sardonic, curmudgeonly, hyper-nerdy New Yorker. In the first episode, Jack nails her on sight as “a New York third-wave feminist, college-educated, single-and-pretending-to-be-happy-about-it, over-scheduled, undersexed, you buy any magazine that says ‘healthy body image’ on the cover and every two years you take up knitting for … a week.” Even Liz had to admit he scored a point.

- There’s been a backlash to “30 Rock” this season, particularly the character of Liz Lemon; which is why you should read the rest of Emily Nussbaum’s impassioned 1,700-word defense of her: http://nyr.kr/xDdxKc



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Russia by Rail

concur js.

artschool:

I am VERY interested in the Trans Siberian railway. I must read these later.

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Source: artschool
nprfreshair:

Today: how advertisers are tracking you with every click you take, every move you make… on your computer and cell phone.

nprfreshair:

Today: how advertisers are tracking you with every click you take, every move you make… on your computer and cell phone.

12 Great Articles that Inspired Films

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Source: tetw
theatlantic:

Remembering David Foster Wallace at 50: To commemorate the late writer’s birthday, we dug through our archives to find his Atlantic pieces — and the best of those written about him. (Apologies for the length, we couldn’t help ourselves!)
“Just Asking,” a November 2007 essay about terrorism in America:

Are you up for a thought experiment? What if we chose to regard the 2,973 innocents killed in the atrocities of 9/11 not as victims but as democratic martyrs, “sacrifices on the altar of freedom”? In other words, what if we decided that a certain baseline vulnerability to terrorism is part of the price of the American idea? And, thus, that ours is a generation of Americans called to make great sacrifices in order to preserve our democratic way of life—sacrifices not just of our soldiers and money but of our personal safety and comfort?
In still other words, what if we chose to accept the fact that every few years, despite all reasonable precautions, some hundreds or thousands of us may die in the sort of ghastly terrorist attack that a democratic republic cannot 100-percent protect itself from without subverting the very principles that make it worth protecting?

“Host,” a April 2005 feature about conservative radio host John Ziegler: 

It is true that no one on either side of the studio’s thick window expresses or even alludes to any of these objections. But this is not because Mr. Z.’s support staff is stupid, or hateful, or even necessarily on board with sweeping jingoistic claims. It is because they understand the particular codes and imperatives of large-market talk radio. The fact of the matter is that it is not John Ziegler’s job to be responsible, or nuanced, or to think about whether his on-air comments are productive or dangerous, or cogent, or even defensible. That is not to say that the host would not defend his “we’re better” — strenuously — or that he does not believe it’s true. It is to say that he has exactly one on-air job, and that is to be stimulating. An obvious point, but it’s one that’s often overlooked by people who complain about propaganda, misinformation, and irresponsibility in commercial talk radio. Whatever else they are, the above-type objections to “We’re better than the Arab world” are calls to accountability. They are the sort of criticisms one might make of, say, a journalist, someone whose job description includes being responsible about what he says in public. And KFI’s John Ziegler is not a journalist — he is an entertainer. Or maybe it’s better to say that he is part of a peculiar, modern, and very popular type of news industry, one that manages to enjoy the authority and influence of journalism without the stodgy constraints of fairness, objectivity, and responsibility that make trying to tell the truth such a drag for everyone involved. It is a frightening industry, though not for any of the simple reasons most critics give.

“The Alchemist’s Report,” a February 1996 review of Infinite Jest:

Wallace is scrabbling along the high-terrain paths earlier explored by Thomas Pynchon and William Gaddis. Indeed, not only does he share with both a mordantly black view of modern and late-modern experience, but he also has a penchant for weaving long braids from enticingly antiphonal plots, each of which is differently absorbing, if not for its characterizations or imaginative brio then for the sharp snap of its thought, the obsessiveness of its informational reference (hence the notes), or—and—the incandescence of the writing.
[…]
Whatever aesthetics we espouse, we are all closet traditionalists in our expectations—and these must be shelved. Wallace rebuts the prime-time formula. Think Beckett, think Pynchon, think Gaddis. Think.

“The Challenge of Writing About David Foster Wallace,” an April 2010 review of David Lipsky’s biography:

Some personalities lend themselves well to biographies and profiles. These lives can be neatly packaged, edited, and bound. They can be organized into chapters, narratives, lists, and an index. And though these biographies might not make great literature, they can be thrilling to read (cf: Richard Burton). But some lives can’t be defined by the adventures therein; some possess an intellect so vast and frenetic that, consequently, it’s mostly inaccessible to the profiler and, in turn, the reader. See: Wallace, David Foster.
Wallace was the rare literary wunderkind to enjoy renown even outside the literary community. His gargantuan talent (the acclaimed Harper’s pieces, the dazzling Infinite Jest, the bestowment of the Genius Award), and to a lesser degree, his life story (Midwestern upbringing, junior tennis whiz, drug and alcohol use, electroconvulsive therapy) propelled him into literary superstardom. On two occasions the spotlight was especially acute: following the publication of his opus Infinite Jest in 1996, and when he took his own life in September 2008.

And many, many more. RIP, DFW.

theatlantic:

Remembering David Foster Wallace at 50: To commemorate the late writer’s birthday, we dug through our archives to find his Atlantic pieces — and the best of those written about him. (Apologies for the length, we couldn’t help ourselves!)

“Just Asking,” a November 2007 essay about terrorism in America:

Are you up for a thought experiment? What if we chose to regard the 2,973 innocents killed in the atrocities of 9/11 not as victims but as democratic martyrs, “sacrifices on the altar of freedom”? In other words, what if we decided that a certain baseline vulnerability to terrorism is part of the price of the American idea? And, thus, that ours is a generation of Americans called to make great sacrifices in order to preserve our democratic way of life—sacrifices not just of our soldiers and money but of our personal safety and comfort?

In still other words, what if we chose to accept the fact that every few years, despite all reasonable precautions, some hundreds or thousands of us may die in the sort of ghastly terrorist attack that a democratic republic cannot 100-percent protect itself from without subverting the very principles that make it worth protecting?

“Host,” a April 2005 feature about conservative radio host John Ziegler: 

It is true that no one on either side of the studio’s thick window expresses or even alludes to any of these objections. But this is not because Mr. Z.’s support staff is stupid, or hateful, or even necessarily on board with sweeping jingoistic claims. It is because they understand the particular codes and imperatives of large-market talk radio. The fact of the matter is that it is not John Ziegler’s job to be responsible, or nuanced, or to think about whether his on-air comments are productive or dangerous, or cogent, or even defensible. That is not to say that the host would not defend his “we’re better” — strenuously — or that he does not believe it’s true. It is to say that he has exactly one on-air job, and that is to be stimulating. An obvious point, but it’s one that’s often overlooked by people who complain about propaganda, misinformation, and irresponsibility in commercial talk radio. Whatever else they are, the above-type objections to “We’re better than the Arab world” are calls to accountability. They are the sort of criticisms one might make of, say, a journalist, someone whose job description includes being responsible about what he says in public. And KFI’s John Ziegler is not a journalist — he is an entertainer. Or maybe it’s better to say that he is part of a peculiar, modern, and very popular type of news industry, one that manages to enjoy the authority and influence of journalism without the stodgy constraints of fairness, objectivity, and responsibility that make trying to tell the truth such a drag for everyone involved. It is a frightening industry, though not for any of the simple reasons most critics give.

“The Alchemist’s Report,” a February 1996 review of Infinite Jest:

Wallace is scrabbling along the high-terrain paths earlier explored by Thomas Pynchon and William Gaddis. Indeed, not only does he share with both a mordantly black view of modern and late-modern experience, but he also has a penchant for weaving long braids from enticingly antiphonal plots, each of which is differently absorbing, if not for its characterizations or imaginative brio then for the sharp snap of its thought, the obsessiveness of its informational reference (hence the notes), or—and—the incandescence of the writing.

[…]

Whatever aesthetics we espouse, we are all closet traditionalists in our expectations—and these must be shelved. Wallace rebuts the prime-time formula. Think Beckett, think Pynchon, think Gaddis. Think.

“The Challenge of Writing About David Foster Wallace,” an April 2010 review of David Lipsky’s biography:

Some personalities lend themselves well to biographies and profiles. These lives can be neatly packaged, edited, and bound. They can be organized into chapters, narratives, lists, and an index. And though these biographies might not make great literature, they can be thrilling to read (cf: Richard Burton). But some lives can’t be defined by the adventures therein; some possess an intellect so vast and frenetic that, consequently, it’s mostly inaccessible to the profiler and, in turn, the reader. See: Wallace, David Foster.

Wallace was the rare literary wunderkind to enjoy renown even outside the literary community. His gargantuan talent (the acclaimed Harper’s pieces, the dazzling Infinite Jest, the bestowment of the Genius Award), and to a lesser degree, his life story (Midwestern upbringing, junior tennis whiz, drug and alcohol use, electroconvulsive therapy) propelled him into literary superstardom. On two occasions the spotlight was especially acute: following the publication of his opus Infinite Jest in 1996, and when he took his own life in September 2008.

And many, many more. RIP, DFW.

The brain basis of emotion: a meta-analytic review

scipsy:

I’m posting this here so that I’ll remember to read it.

Source: scipsy
therealholdencaulfield:

“He was his own man, and I always found him to be grateful for his own inventions, the books that made it financially possible for him to live as he wished. There was not a false note in what he said or did. It came unforgettably entwined with his original humor. He was incapable of duplicity. That strong character of his—unique in my experience—was significant and instructive to me. Its influence did not end with his death.”— Lillian Ross on J.D. Salinger, The New Yorker, February 2, 2012

therealholdencaulfield:

“He was his own man, and I always found him to be grateful for his own inventions, the books that made it financially possible for him to live as he wished. There was not a false note in what he said or did. It came unforgettably entwined with his original humor. He was incapable of duplicity. That strong character of his—unique in my experience—was significant and instructive to me. Its influence did not end with his death.”

— Lillian Ross on J.D. Salinger, The New Yorker, February 2, 2012

(via newyorker)