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Photo Memory of the Week
Also not a finch. Or a canary.
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Quote of the Week
“You can know the name of a bird in all the languages of the world, but when you're finished, you'll know absolutely nothing whatever about the bird... So let's look at the bird and see what it's doing — that's what counts. I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something and knowing something.”
Source: Richard P. Feynman, "What Do You Care What Other People Think?": Further Adventures of a Curious Character
Posted: 2025 Nov 28And check out this post for more of Richard Feynman's world view.
Tag Archives: Professionals
National Treasure #116: Jehane Benoit
A frizzy-haired commentator on Canadian cuisine. Continue reading
National Treasure #103: Walker and Campbell
Unsung astronomical treasures. Continue reading
Posted in Appreciating Deeply, Thinking Broadly, Through Canada
Tagged Professionals, Science
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National Treasure #97: John Bartlet Brebner
A guy with one great quote. Continue reading
National Treasure #72: Chris Hadfield
John Glenn died last week, prompting me to reflect on Canada’s contributions to space exploration. John was the first American astronaut to orbit the Earth, so today is for Chris Hadfield, the first Canadian astronaut to walk in space. He’s … Continue reading
Posted in Appreciating Deeply, Through Canada
Tagged Military, Professionals
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The Look of That
A close encounter with dermatology. Continue reading
Posted in Day-to-Day Encounters, Laughing Frequently, Thinking Broadly
Tagged Aging, Professionals
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National Treasure #32: Douglas Cardinal
Douglas Cardinal, Canadian architect Continue reading
Wired. Tired.
Just off 16 days straight on a deadline-driven project, my adrenal gland is still in Go, GO, GO!!! mode. If I can’t soon find another thing to sort, file, move, or throw out, I may be reduced to cleaning. Must. Have. Activity. Continue reading