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Physicist Stephen Hawking has died at the age of 76, his family has said.
Stephen Hawking - who died aged 76 - battled motor neurone disease to become one of the most respected and best-known scientists of his age.
As a teenager he had enjoyed horse-riding and rowing but while at Cambridge he was diagnosed with a form of motor neurone disease which was to leave him almost completely paralysed.
Hawking's celebrity status was acknowledged even by The Simpsons - he was depicted drinking at a bar with Homer, suggesting he might steal Homer's idea that the universe is shaped like a doughnut.
He was known to be an erratic, almost reckless driver of his electric wheelchair, and Hawking insisted his injuries were not caused by abuse. No action was taken.
I figured you guys might be interested in knowing. This forum saw me through some of the worst patches of my life when I got kicked out, so I thought it'd only be fair to share for anyone who was interested.
TL;DR: I was reunited with my family after 4 years of not seeing any of them.
I started getting text messages, and for once they weren't hostile. Eventually the conversation led to my dad offering me a new phone, because mine wasn't working as well as it used to. I didn't even ask, he just asked what kind of phone I had and how well it was preforming, then asked if I was thinking of upgrading soon. I told him that I didn't have the budget and that I still liked my phone even if it wasn't performing the same way it used to because I enjoyed my Note 4 and the utility the stylus provided. I had only owned smart phones with them, so I'd have a hard time using a phone without one. He offered a brand spanking new Galaxy Note 8 which had just come out. "Aren't those phones almost a thousand dollars right now?" He said he found a BOGO deal, and that maybe he could get one for himself too. Immediately my reaction was heavy skepticism, why the hell was he offering me such an expensive phone? I was weary of potential ulterior motives, but I said fuck it. What was he going to do after giving me the phone? Threaten to take it away? He had nothing, and I felt no attachments. So why not? I could benefit from a new phone, and if I didn't really want it or felt weird about the interaction, I could sell for a pretty decent chunk of cash.
So a month or so later after the phone shipped and our schedules aligned, I went to the electronics store we decided to meet at, where they also had the phone case I'd want for it in stock. I didn't realize how nerve wracking this shit would be until I walked through the doors of the store when it hit me. When I spotted him my heart rate spiked so I ducked into another isle and composed myself. I orbited the isle he was in probably about 3 times slowly acclimating myself before I finally approached, and I realized I had the advantage that he didn't recognize me at all to get noticed while doing so.
When I finally worked up the confidence and walked up to him, he was staring at the phone cases and off handedly talking to an employee who went to go search for something. On my drive over he had asked what kind of case I would want, so I sent him the link and told him they should have it in stock. He was standing right in front of it, but had two different cases in his hands. When the employee walked away I came forward and grabbed the case I said I wanted, and as casually as I could said "I think this is the case you were looking for" flipping it over to read the description on the back. He must've thought I was an employee or something at first because he looked over saying "Oh yeah?" and then stuttered upon looking over towards me. "I...wow. I didn't even realize you were right next to me" Somehow his obvious nervousness made me significantly more comfortable, it was almost as though there was a power shift right in that moment. My father had never been the type to show weakness and vulnerability, and right there for a brief moment I had the upper hand and full control of the situation. "Yeah, I realized you didn't recognize me when you looked at my direction and didn't see me, so I figured I might be able to catch you by surprise" He seemed pretty off guard and told me I looked good, asked for a hug, and then we spent probably the next 10-15 minutes awkwardly talking about phone cases and drop tests, and then just phones in general. I couldn't shake the thought that he felt completely spineless. I don't know why, but it wouldn't get out of my head. The power dynamic was gone, and I felt weirdly confident.
The phone was in the car, he said. So we went to the cash register and paid for the case. They didn't have the tempered glass that would be compatible, so I told him not to worry about it and that I'd buy it off Amazon. He insisted, I said don't worry it's fine. We talk outside the store a bit, and he keeps saying in a surprised tone how I looked healthy. I wasn't really sure what he was implying so I said "Yeah actually I'm easily the healthiest I've ever been in my life, I don't think I've ever felt as good as I do now" he even went to the extent of complimenting my facial hair saying it's better than anything he could grow and was even a bit jealous, and we talked about facial hair for a little while before he said "Okay this is a really weird thing to talk about with you" which irked me a bit but I guess I understood why. "It's only weird because you made it weird" he sort of makes this thoughtful hmph sound and goes to his car to gets the phone, which he hands over with $500. He invited me to lunch, and then we went home.
A few weeks later he asks me how I like the phone, and he tells me how much he's enjoying his. I get invited for dinner at Christmas Eve and he tells me my great grandmother would be there. It took several weeks of thinking about it, and ultimately I agreed to it because I knew I'd probably never forgive myself if I said no to my last opportunity to see my great grandmother. I made it clear that my only terms be that they call me by my legal name and accepted me as their son, and that I would leave and never come back if things turned ugly again. He agreed to the terms.
It was agreed that I'd ride the train halfway down and get picked up from the station. I didn't really anticipate how uncomfortable and nerve-wracking the drive down would be. My father was one thing, but my mother was another. I had no idea what to expect. But nothing really happened. We got there, I was welcomed inside, and there was a weird rush of nostalgia.
My dad's hair is going grey, and something that struck me was how much I looked and sounded like him. My mother's voice oddly sounded much higher pitched than I remembered but that could've just been my perception out of whack since my voice dropped quite a lot. My sister was the same, just older and liked wine a lot. One of the dogs died, and the one who was "my" dog had gone mostly blind, mostly deaf, and barely reacted to seeing me at all. It was really bittersweet since back then the hardest thing about leaving was leaving behind my dog who I had raised since she was a puppy. When she was placed in my lap she kind of just...laid down and went to sleep. It's like she wasn't even the same dog anymore. The third dog, who was my "sister's" dog, was actually extremely excited to see me, but I think seeing how much the dogs aged plus my dad's grey hair made me reflect and realize just how long I'd been gone.
My great grandmother arrived with my grandfather, and they greeted me. Nothing happened. There were no weird questions, no offhand comments. A few accidental slip-ups, but they were immediately followed up with an apology and correction. I had no idea how to react. Who the hell are these people and what did they do to my parents? Seriously, what the fuck happened? I had to of been there for 5 or 6 hours before I finally asked "So did you have any questions?"
We've met a few times since then, mostly for lunch of dinner. Honest to god I had no idea how to cope for a while. I still don't, but since Christmas we've had more serious conversations and they feel sorry. I'm not sure what happened but obviously something made them shift pretty dramatically, because they sure as hell aren't the rabid evangelical control freaks they were when I left. I told them about what I had been doing with myself the last few years, my experience being homeless, all the different people I met and lived with, and my hundreds upon hundreds of hours volunteering for various organizations. They said they failed as parents and that they were proud of me.
That's been my last few months. It's strange and I'm still trying to figure out how to feel about it. Since then they've helped me out with a few things, like picking me up and getting my bike repaired after I got hit by a car who was driving recklessly, and paying for a personal trainer.
That's my blog post.
I'm on a bulking diet and my stomach hates me. I feel consuming all these calories is way more effort than it should be. I don't feel good, but I think it's because I usually eat pretty healthy. I'm pretty good at self regulating my diet but forcing myself to gain mass through overconsumption is not something I'm enjoying so far.
how do you eat so much garbage without feeling like death?
If you want to be a neon pink, zebra-striped cat wearing a silver crown, a knockoff Infinity Gauntlet, a heavyweight champion belt, a brown mustache, and yellow flippers, then, I have to say, you have exquisite taste. Also this Sonic game will really appeal to you.
God is dead and we have killed him
Yeah it's another gene therapy thread. This is an older one (from 2009) but it's popping up in conversations again, and I figured you guys would have fun with it. I still have yet to see if researchers have tried this on anything beyond mice. Would be interesting to see if someone with the money and interest would bring it back into relevance.
In science, we don’t often get to talk about male repression, but a new discovery gives us just such a chance. It turns out that ovaries can only remain ovaries by constantly suppressing their ability to become male. Silence a single gene, and adult ovaries turn into testes. That adult tissues can be transformed in this way would be surprising enough, but doing so by changing a single gene is truly astonishing.http://scienceblogs.com/notrocketscience/2009/12/16/one-gene-stops-ovaries-from-turning-into-testes/
And the link to the study:
I adore black people and would love to solve racism by gobbling up a big black penis
Mainly since I haven't really been on much the past few months until a few days ago.
-Got a new job
-Got another scholarship
-Haven't gotten a haircut in like 6 months for some reason
-Transbian roommate (mtf lesbian) got the court order for name/gender change
-The other lesbian roommate is still annoying
-The now ex-marine roommate is unemployed
-Gave up on the gym temporarily because work/fuckery with my insurance and testosterone perscription
-I am now an official member of the board meetings for the LGBT center at my college as staff
-Despite my official titles and involvement in the community I'm actually pretty fucking burnt out on LGBT stuff
Twitter is suing the US government after it demanded it reveal the identity of an anti-Trump account.
« on: February 25, 2017, 11:09:06 PM »
Vice President and conservative campaigner Mike Pence has today used the power vested to him as Vice President of the United States to issue a proclamation that nobody in his house is allowed to use the unisex toilet adjoining the spare bedroom. Calling the Caroma Uniset liberal propaganda, Mr Pence warned that anyone caught within five meters of the guest room en-suite would be damned to the fires of an eternal hell.
“It’s just not natural” Pence explained to his wife as she urgently hopped back and forth on the balls of her feet. “I’m afraid from now on you’re just going to have to use the women’s bathroom at the park down the road, or hold it in until we visit the mall on Sundays.”
Pence however was quick to clarify that his stance was in no way related to bigotry against women nor was it linked to his deep-seated hatred of trans people. “I’m simply following the teachings of the Bible, and helping others see exactly how Jesus felt about the designation of public bathrooms at schools and local shopping malls,” said Pence. “When God created Adam and Eve he did so with the explicit instruction that they not use the same porcelain lavatories to dispose of their bodily waste. The supreme being is very concerned with these things you know. That’s why he never gets around to solving the whole starving children thing.”
« on: February 10, 2017, 01:17:02 PM »
The building will stretch half a mile long, and in it will be a single display in the middle. A single spotlight shining on it, the rest of the building will be dark and empty. Below the spotlight a high resolution photograph of Deci, a collection of his most famous quotes, and a genuine to scale wax sculpture of him, posed into the position of choice by the highest donor.
Start your bids.
In case you're slow and don't know yet:
Unless you like to hear constant crying and emotional breakdowns for the dumbest possible reasons, passive aggressive feuds, constant nagging towards you and towards themselves, and occasional spontaneous sex that you definitely can't hear through the walls.