I wanted to live like Kerouac, before I grew up and realised I didn’t want to live like Kerouac, but by then it was too late and I was already living like Kerouac.

Reported to be “ditching the boy-raised-by-apes origin story” Entertainment Weekly wrote that, “the action-adventure icon will trash his loincloth and throw on a pair of khakis for the next big screen…Think ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ with buffed-and-tanned actors flying through the jungle and sprinting up tress, parkour-style.”

Climate change deniers are just as mad as the “Intelligent Design” crowd, and exploiting the same “logic” of it all being ‘*just* a theory’.
I’m sorry but you don’t get to choose which parts of science you want to believe in. It’s all or nothing. So hand over your mobile phone and interent access and go live in the woods Unabomber style or STFU.
The only reason there are Deniers in the first place is because the vested interests are funding them from the millions and billions of dollars they’re making, knowing full well it’s the wrong thing. It’s no different from the cigarette companies in the 1970s, and so many other crimes against humanity before that.
Of course zealotry on both sides is the big problem here. Hair-shirt Environmentalism is not the way forward, and those guys can go live in the woods too, sans Internet access.
Heavy Weather is a *fact*; it’s a reality that people around the world are experiencing and being brutalized by. It does not matter weather it’s a *natural* change in the Earth’s _normal_ weather patterns, or the latest consequence of mankinds actions. Plus, anyone (excluding the I.D people obviously) with a real understanding of the history of our planet knows that the Earth’s weather patterns have always been influenced, nay created the living organisms inhabiting it. So regardless of the what science shows/finds today or tomorrow, it’s all situation normal either way.
Viridianism is the only way forward.

Cicero was well aware of the problem. In his book On The Orator, he argues that real eloquence can be acquired only if the speaker has attained the highest state of knowledge – “otherwise what he says is just an empty and ridiculous swirl of verbiage”. The true orator is one whose practice of citizenship embodies a civic ideal – whose rhetoric, far from empty, is the deliberate, rational, careful organiser of ideas and argument that propels the state forward safely and wisely. This is clearly what Obama, too, is aiming to embody: his project is to unite rhetoric, thought and action in a new politics that eschews narrow bipartisanship.

He said a healthy, balanced diet was important for reducing the risk of many “old age” diseases, such as cancer, diabetes and osteoporosis, but there was no clear evidence that eating antioxidants could slow or prevent ageing, and even less evidence to support the claims made by antioxidant pills and creams.

The cache of cannabis is about 2,700 years old and was clearly “cultivated for psychoactive purposes,” rather than as fibre for clothing or as food, says a research paper in the Journal of Experimental Botany.

The 789 grams of dried cannabis was buried alongside a light-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian man, likely a shaman of the Gushi culture, near Turpan in northwestern China.

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The substance has been found in two of the 500 Gushi tombs excavated so far in northwestern China, indicating that cannabis was either restricted for use by a few individuals or was administered as a medicine to others through shamans, Russo said.

The job of a science fiction writer, historically, has been to understand how technology and social factors interact,” he says, “how technology is changing society. An activist’s job is to try to direct that change.

No matter what that slut says, the only new show I never miss is “True Blood” (9 p.m. Sundays on HBO). Admittedly, Alan Ball’s kooky vampire mystery baffled me at first. I guess I half-expected those small-town vampires to seduce the mortals in their midst with vitriolic psychoanalysis and ultra-witty complaints about the pretensions of art school, then adopt scrappy, adorable foster children, indulge in illicit affairs with relative strangers, and finally, fall down dead from scary brain infections out of the blue. (Narm!)

Instead, Ball offered up a kitschy town full of oddballs and misfits with seriously fake Southern accents. For someone who grew up in the South, these exaggerated drawls couldn’t be more chafing. Imagine a British guy attending a production of “Hamlet” put on by a bunch of 8th graders in Texas, and you get the idea. Tara (Rutina Wesley) is particularly awful at the Southern drawl, and seriously needs to tone it down. That’s the trick, see? You take your idea of a Southern accent (hopefully not derived from watching “Gone With the Wind” because, uh, those accents were fake, too) and then you cut it in half. Otherwise, you sound like a space alien.

Hector (Karra Elejalde) is relaxing on a lawn chair outside of his new country home, surveying the nearby hillside through a pair of binoculars, when he catches sight of what appears to be a nude woman amidst the trees. Hiking up to investigate, he is attacked by a sinister figure whose head is wrapped in a grotesque pink bandage. Fleeing in terror, he takes refuge in a laboratory atop the hill, where a lone attendant (Vigalondo) ushers him into a peculiar scientific contraption. He emerges what seems to be moments later, only to find that he has traveled back hours in time, setting in motion a brain-twisting, horrifying chain of events when he inadvertently runs into himself.

Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.