Marin .'s Blog: DO YOU LIKE ME? (my first try to show you my face went wrong), page 14

November 23, 2020

WHILE READING HUMAN UNIVERSE

Can you imagine this?
Our sun converts 600 million tonnes of hydrogen every second. No matter that the star does it to counteract gravity, it keeps you warm.

I had an uncle - he was a Serb, his name was Seraphim - who worked in a coal mine. He told me that every day before he started his shift he waved goodbye to the sun...
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Published on November 23, 2020 04:01 Tags: goodbye, human, hydrogen, second, shift, star-coal-mine, sun

November 22, 2020

TO MY INDIE FRIENDS

Do you know that Walt Whitman self-published his famous LEAVES OF GRASS? The first edition of the book was sold in only two stores initially.
Beatrix Potter self-published THE TALE OF PETER RABBIT.
A CHRISTMAS CAROL by Charles Dickens was self-published.
Mark Twain was already famous when he turned to self-publishing.
Are you familiar with William Blake, Virginia Wolfe, Marcel Proust? They were also self-published authors.
Be proud you belong to this group of distinguished and successful writers.
Forget about the stigma. Thicken your skin. Publish your dream!
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Published on November 22, 2020 05:35 Tags: christmas-carol, distinguished, dream, leaves-of-grass, peter-rabbit, publish, self-publishing, stigma

November 21, 2020

DAY FIRST AMONG EQUALS

I am currently reading HUMAN UNIVERSE.
One sentence from the book (written by Professor Brian Cox) grabbed my attention, and I am tempted to use it as the beginning of my blog. Honestly, the sentence is not very flattering but it is wise. And brutally honest.
Here it is:
"We are pathetically inadequate at long-term planning, idiotically primitive in our destructive urges, and pathologically incapable of simply getting along."
We are humans!
Hello, my friend.
Human Universe
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Published on November 21, 2020 06:01 Tags: blog, book, friend, honest, humans, reading, sentence