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"There are old poops who will say that you do not become a grown-up until you have somehow survived, as they have, some famous calamity -- the Great Depression, the Second World War, Vietnam, whatever. Storytellers are responsible for this destructive, not to say suicidal, myth. Again and again in stories, after some terrible mess, the character is able to say at last, 'Today I am a woman. Today I am a man. The end.' When I got home from the Second World War, my Uncle Dan clapped me on the back, and he said, 'You're a man now.' So I killed him. Not really, but I certainly felt like doing it. Dan, that was my bad uncle, who said a male can't be a man unless he'd gone to war. But I had a good uncle, my late Uncle Alex. He was my father's kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life-insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well-read and wise. And his principal complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.' So I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'"
— Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (2005)
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What the Living Do, Marie Howe
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HAND ON MY HEART. HAND ON MY STUPID HEART
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This month, in honor of Juneteenth, we're kicking off our Science Snapshots series with a post on the Tuskegee Syphilis Study and its long-lasting effect on systemic inequality in medicine. 
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In this month's blog post, we're talking about the future of space travel and what it would take to power a colony on Mars. Check it out and subscribe!
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This month, we're learning how to read (and understand) science papers. Whether you're looking to get your facts straight or just curious about a subject, understanding science research is an important skill!
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It is night outside and raining. It is the same night that fills the ruins. You are naked, drowsy, lost. Stay like that. In my favorite recordings, you can hear the pianist breathing.
— Richie Hofmann, from “Male Beauty,” A Hundred Lovers
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For this Black History Month, we're discussing Percy Julian—the renowned chemist who dedicated his career to making cheaper steroids like progesterone and cortisone.
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For this week’s blog post, we are revisiting the weird and diverse world of viruses. Check it out and subscribe for weekly science emails!
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Okay. Come on, then. I love you, get up, we are going to keep going. Repeat this to yourself in a mirror or in a whisper or in the shower or in a shout. I love you, get up, keep going.
I am tired too. It's okay. We will sleep in the car ride over. We will sleep on each other's shoulders. We will sleep upside down and in the laps of new friends and on the bellies of our lovers and in the hands of better tomorrows. We will sleep and we will wake up rested and we will wake up happy and we will wake up home again.
I love you, get up. It's time to write "maybe next time" on our gravesite. It's time to write: it could not kill me, I would not die. It's time to write a love letter to the sun and our one-act play and the history of our keychains. It is time to write a future where despite everything, we are finally warm and safe.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Get up. Keep going. We are going to be okay.
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Happy Holidays! This month's blog post is a continuation of our Ghosts of Science Past series looking at the discoveries of Nobel Laureate Barbara McClintock.
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Journey to the Microcosmos:  Tardigrades: Chubby, Misunderstood, & Not Immortal
Images originally captured by Jam’s Germs
Thank you @airyearthgirl for inspiring me to gif these amazing lines
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Happy Thanksgiving week! Take a few minutes to digest this month's blog post on the science of digestion. And subscribe for science emails every week!
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If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho, Anne Carson | War of the Foxes, Richard Siken 
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