Nearly every chapter of this book used Sagan as the “model”, or as the perfect example of what the scientific community needs to emulate. He made science interesting to everyone (willing to watch Cosmos), he played the media expertly (he wrote Contact, for crying out loud), he explained without dumbing down (too explicitly), he held the ear of the President (a few, anyway), and managed to churn out insightful and (most importantly to many) professional and diligent scientific publications.
It seems as if all of the many steps Mooney and Kirshenbaum outline as being needed to take are specifically planned to tailor our universities towards producing the next scientific Kiwsatz Haderach.
And yes, that’s a Dune joke. It seemed appropriate for an Environmental Politics class.
Well, I've always been a fan of white boys who can sing. VevoYoutubeBannerAdwhatever just reminded me that I need to get Daniel Merriweather's album (see: Mark Ronson post for a quick reminder).
It also reminded me of Jamie Lidell.
Oh Jamie Lidell.
Imagine if...Gnarls Barkley grew up in an affluent white neighborhood.
Imagine if Sufjan Stevens was a beatboxer. Imagine if Jamiroquai and....a dancing Sam Rockwell from Charlie's Angels had a baby.
That was British. And had a set of fucking PIPES on him. Observe.
Eh?
Oh my gaaawd, and if that hasn't sold you, watch him kill his unicorn girlfriend with an axe.
Wait, what?
Or: Ignore the video (srsly, corrupted)
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