AwesomeScience

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Science! Where the rubber meets the road—at the intersection of literacy and numeracy. 💪🏆

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@philosophymeme0 This is progress!

Aspiration to a managerial class because of the hat is the real disconnect.

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”When only one side does its job” the bag of missed opportunities gathers massive debt, and your kid eventually exits stage left, a bagholder for life.

There are three sides to this triangle: the system, parents, and the student.

Early on, parents must carry the weight, hopefully alongside a system that is also carrying a lot of the weight, and both are pulling in the same direction.

Responsibility, however, must start shifting to the student more and more.

By grade 12, the student should be able to hold their own.

If this is the case, everyone has succeeded.

[Atlas Press @realAtlasPress]

Leonardo da Vinci's greatest paragraph

[Ana_LaPatata @ymuchosmemes]

He descubierto que las vainas de semillas de loto tienen expresiones locas y es mi cosa favorita de hoy

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agreed

[Give A Shit About Nature @giveashitnature]

The bird singing outside your window before sunrise hasn't eaten in 8-10 hours.

The dawn chorus is a seriously costly display to a bird. Most songbirds wake up at their daily energy low point and the first thing they do is broadcast their location, fitness, and territory ownership to every other bird, predator, and rival within earshot.

Why do it at the worst possible time? Because it's an honest signal. A male that can afford to sing first, loudest, and longest before he has eaten is telling every female in the neighborhood that he is well-fed, healthy, and has access to a good territory. You can't fake that.

Research has consistently found that males who lead the dawn chorus hold higher-quality territories and attract mates faster. Birds in noisy human environments sing earlier and harder to compensate, at real metabolic cost.

The half-hour of birdsong outside your window before sunrise is the most energetically expensive 30 minutes of that bird's day. It's not background. It's a fitness audition.

[Λndrea @peorth]

Estos mosaicos son todos iguales.

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@SafirBlueHawk This is something parents often overlook. Look through your child's notebook or binder!

You gain major insights into their work habits and what's going on in the classroom just by doing this.

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@denisyurchak don’t forget to stick the code portion to your luggage and another to your boarding pass in case luggage is lost/delayed…. 🙄

shocking how quickly and quietly big fk yus were thrown at the masses

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Evolution is iterative
It always finds the best solution
Lean in

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

On the Tibetan plateau, three to five thousand metres up, there is a line above which the air thins, the cold turns murderous, and every crop a human has ever sown simply gives up and dies. A lowlander dropped there without warning would be gasping within the hour. Below the line, a little barley clings on. Above it, across the entire roof of the world, one animal reigns.

The yak. A miracle of engineering that no laboratory could design and no factory could ever build.

Start with the body. It carries a heart around three times the size, for its frame, of a lowland cow's, with lungs to match. Its blood runs thick with red cells and grips oxygen far more tightly than yours, hauling enough of it out of air that holds barely half what you are breathing right now. Its lungs refuse to clamp shut in the thin atmosphere the way an ordinary animal's would, sparing it the fluid and the heart failure that kill lowland cattle dragged up too high. It is sealed inside a shaggy double coat over a dense woolly down, shrugging off forty below as a minor inconvenience, because it scarcely sweats and scarcely needs to. Millions of years of evolution went into an animal that treats the most lethal inhabited ground on earth as home turf.

Now watch what it does with all that. It walks out onto a landscape that offers a human being precisely nothing, crops the sparse, frozen, good-for-nothing grass that grows where value goes to die, and converts it, inside the four-chambered furnace of its gut, into the entire material foundation of a civilisation.

Milk so rich it is churned into butter that lights the lamps of every monastery and is folded into the tea that keeps a body alive against the wind. Meat, dried iron-hard in the cold to carry a household through a six-month winter. A fine, warm down spun into the clothes on their backs and the black tents over their heads, and a coarse outer hair twisted into the ropes that lash the whole thing down. Hide for leather and for boats. Bone for tools. And dung, dried into bricks, the one and only fuel for heat and cooking in a world with no wood left to burn. For thousands of miles it was the engine too, the single animal strong and sure-footed enough to haul a loaded caravan over passes that sit higher than the summit of Mont Blanc.

One animal. Food, fuel, clothing, shelter, fire, transport, and trade, drawn out of frozen grass at an altitude that would put you flat on your back in a hospital. Fourteen million of them still hold up the lives of dozens of mountain peoples today.

So take the yak off the plateau and be honest about what remains. A corpse-cold silence where no human has any business standing, and a grass nobody can eat rotting back into the permafrost. There is no vegan Tibet, and there never could have been one. The grass up there is poison to your gut, and the magnificent, grunting, oversized-hearted creature that turns it into life is the only reason a single soul has ever drawn breath on the roof of the world.

The mountain sets the cruellest terms on earth. The yak meets every last one of them, and then carries an entire people across the top of the planet on its back.

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@AllBiteNoBark88 Wait till they find out about carbon dioxide! 🤯

[Science Magazine @ScienceExpand]

The Crazy physics of launching at 80 km/h from a truck already moving 80km/h

[El Artesano del Trading @Alestrader]

En el primer día de mi clase de historia de la secundaria, nuestro profesor se levantó y dijo:

Tienes 13 o 14 años. Hace 200 años, las personas de tu edad se casaban, sembraban cultivos, tenían hijos y construían una cabaña para el invierno.

Tú puedes hacer tu tarea. La vara histórica que se te ha puesto es embarazosamente baja. No estás lidiando con una hambruna regional o una plaga.

No tienes que salvar a tu familia de saqueadores ni ir a la batalla para destruir a tus enemigos.

Tienes que sentarte y aprender de alguien que se preocupa por ti en un aula segura y con aire acondicionado. No tienes excusas.

[Cute @cutecorestar]

Muhehehe ✨

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@SafirBlueHawk The entire system is breaking down.

Priorities diluted, and signal lost in all the noise.

For those who want to place blame, place it on every facet of the system, top to bottom and outward.

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reading, writing, arithmetic and physics for the win !

[Damn Nature You Scary @AmazingSights]

The middle duck paid attention in physics class, while the others played around in class...