Mankind can hardly be too often reminded, that there was once a man named Socrates, between whom and the legal authorities and public opinion of his time, there took place a memorable collision. Born in an age and country abounding in individual greatness, this man has been handed down to us by…
Today, on Valentine’s Day, on V-Day, I stand with you, in solidarity, to fight for a city and a world where women live safely and freely.
We must pour our energy into raising awareness
about who we are –
WOMEN who DESERVE love and DEMAND respect.
One in three women will experience violence in…
Scientists from the School of Medicine at The University of Texas Health Science Center at San Antonio have found a clue as to why muscles weaken with age. In a study published today in The Journal of Neuroscience, they report the first evidence that “set points” in the nervous system are not…
Leonardo da Vinci
By Ralph Steadman
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling. Ecstacy, even, I felt, with flashes of sudden remembrance, and feeling sweaty and drowsy I felt like sleeping and dreaming in the grass.
The Dharma Bums (1958)