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Meeting two astronauts, 30 years apart

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When I was 4 or 5 I met an astronaut. A cousin of my father's was his driver. I guess back then astronauts had drivers because they couldn't be trusted to drive a car - in case they thought it was a rocket. I don't think we talked much. He shook hands with me. And then he talked to my mother. He had spent 2 days in space in total. I'd have called this a weekend joy ride, as...

One Day, You Can Choose to See a Ghost

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On November 2, 2002 around 5 am, in Cachoeira, Brazil, I woke up startled as I saw a man kneeling on the floor by my bed and watching me intently. For reasons that I could not explain at the time, I didn’t scream. Instead, I said very quietly, “Leave, please.” The man got up and started stepping backwards and out of the room with his hands in the air, as if he was gesturing me...

Да нарисуваш пеперуда (To draw a butterfly)

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От Александра Грашкина Разказвала ли съм ви как имах наказателно домашно по рисуване? В пети клас трябваше да нарисувам пеперуда и крилата все не ставаха идеално симетрични. Затова госпожата идваше, късаше ми листа и ме караше да почна отново. Аз симетрична пеперуда не можех да нарисувам тогава, сега също не мога, но тогава още не беше ясно, че положението е непоправимо. Иначе аз пепе...

Fiware final demo

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The story of our finaly demo and review for fiware ...

The First Moment of...The Sixties

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I was sure when The Fifties would come to an end. They would end on December 31, 1959, at the stroke of midnight. I was a young boy of eleven at that moment, and my twin brother Jim and I were helping my Mom baby-sit for my sister Betty, who lived across tiny Agate Street from us. It was a big deal, as the decade would be changing, something I had never experienced, as I was too young the last tim...

My love for Hip Hop Music....

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I developed a liking for hip hop at school. Actually, it was rather on the way to school, on the school bus. I first listened to hip hop on the bus. Then I started listening to hip hop at home. I like John Cena because he never gives up. He Is a WWE Superstarr and I very much like his style. He gave me the idea of writing hip hop for myself, after I saw him rapping before a wrestling ...

Bletchley Park and the gimmicks of wartime rationing

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Last weekend I visited Bletchley Park, the home of modern day computing. There was a lot about the Second World War in it. And a lot about Alan Turing. In addition to all the Enigma Code machines and the code breaker stories, there was a fascinating description of war rationing in Britain. Nylon stockings were not available and the only way British women could get hold of th...

George and Ryan

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The inflation of Christmas presents and the joys of giving

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Just in case you misheard “the joys of giving” as “the choice of giving”, please make no mistake! There is no choice.  My son was a strong believer in Santa Claus until his teens. I am not entirely sure why he was so religiously attached to an old bearded man visiting once a year. It must have been something around his incentives to believ...

Sand Storms in Low Places

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I've been in the path of a Florida hurricane and a Hong Kong typhoon, but these were not particularly remarkable events. The most interesting climatic phenomena I've experienced in my life have been sand storms.  My first sand storm was in Death Valley, California. On a scorching hot May day (110F), we were driving across the desert with the air conditioning switched...