Tabitha M. Powledge at On Science Blogs reviews the week's climate coverage (including some of our remarks here).
And she also notes an event that I somehow missed: Jane Goodall's 80th birthday. I met Goodall once, at a dinner in New York, and she is not only smart, charming, and engaging, but she has some kind of aura about her. I know, I know: talk of "auras" makes me sound like some kind of new-age…well, makes me sound new-age. Instead of "aura," let's say charisma. Whatever it is, it makes you want to speak softly when you're around her, and listen carefully to everything she says.
She was probably 70 when I met her. I thought she was cool.
Powledge also collects comments on the discovery of the bones of Richard III, which gives me a rare opportunity to quote some of my favorite lines from Shakespeare:
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures…
That's Richard III, Act I, Scene I. London. A street.
Check it out.
-Paul Raeburn
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