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The Next Generation

28 Oct

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Helping Others, Help Yourself

28 Oct

“Help thy brother’s boat across, and lo! thine own has reached the shore.”

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Old Cartoon Music Machine

27 Oct

Sunburst

27 Oct

“Wake from death and return to life”

26 Oct

起死回生

~ Japanese Proverb

“In the worst of a desperate moment, you can rise up suddenly again.”

Jumping Jacks (Wushu-Style)

25 Oct

Look carefully, and you’ll see the Chinese lanterns in the background – I thought this was a cool photo. These are performing Chinese students of Wushu from the Shaolin Temple during the biennial Wushu Festival.

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11 Untranslatable Words

22 Oct

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Treasure Trove of Ancient Human Footprints Found Near Volcano

20 Oct

Treasure Trove of Ancient Human Footprints Found Near Volcano

by Michael Greshko via “National Geographic

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Nine miles from the volcano the Maasai call the “Mountain of God,” researchers have cataloged a spectacularly rare find: an enormous set of well-preserved human footprints left in the mud between 5,000 and 19,000 years ago.

The more than 400 footprints cover an area slightly larger than a tennis court, crisscrossing the dark gray mudflat of Engare Sero, on the southern shore of Tanzania’s Lake Natron. No other site in Africa has as many ancient Homo sapiens footprints—making it a treasure trove for scientists trying to tell the story of humankind’s earliest days. . . .

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When Possibilities Surround You

19 Oct

“It’s in the morning, for most of us. It’s that time, those few seconds when we’re coming out of sleep but we’re not really awake yet. For those few seconds we’re something more primitive than what we are about to become. We have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of them and their world still clings to us. For those few moments we are unformed, uncivilized. We are not the people we know as ourselves, but creatures more in tune with a tree than a keyboard. We are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and will be, the tadpole before the frog, the worm before the butterfly. We are for a few brief moments, anything and everything we could be. And then…and then — ah — we open our eyes and the day is before us and … we become ourselves.”

** Jerry Spinelli

Happy Dancing Sikh Men Group

19 Oct