The Plastic Brain

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I love Tim Minchin’s work. The lyrics, are of course, witty and clever, but I was lucky enough to see a concert of his earlier this year and was stuck by what an accomplished musician he is. This poem is a bit outside his usual style, so you don’t get him on the piano. Just a great beat poem about science and scepticism.

scipsy:

Tim Minchin’s Storm the Animated Movie (by stormmovie) (via guardian.co.uk)

A very funny short movie on a guy meeting a girl who is an alternative medicine supporter at a dinner party. And the protagonist is like me in a LOT of situation (expecially in University), except that I don’t sing.

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Pale Blue Dot – Animation
(by PerogiFace) Reblogged from 

scipsy:

Sagan’s scientific poetry animated

[…] Adam Winnik has very creatively interpreted Sagan’s reflections on the Pale Blue Dot in this superb animation:

Sagan:

“From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Look again at that dot. That’s here, that’s home, that’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.” […] (via sciscoop & @sciencebase)


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Plato’s Head

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A Poem Inspired by The Republic

That Plato turned things on their head

When Socrates, to Glaucon, said

“The bed you sleep on is no bed.”

Glaucon’s heart was filled with dread,

The man’s gone mad, his brain is dead.

“Why, reason from your mind has fled!”

“The one true bed is in your head,

dear Glaucon, think on that instead.

You’ll reach enlightenment” he said.

“But if it is a phantom bed,

how does it yet support my head?”

Socrates then scratched his head,

and scratched until his pate turned red

“The bed’s not real, nor is your head.

All will be gone when life has fled.

The form of these, this bed, this head,

rest evermore, and this has led

me to conclude what I have said”

He turned, and dove into the Med.