Celsius suggested they all stop arguing about it and go figure it out. Newton had proposed that the Earth is an ellipsoid, flattened at the poles, but that had never been proven. He too became a professor of astronomy, when he was 29, taking over for his father after he died.Ĭelsius was in Paris, at the French Royal Academy of Sciences, and there was a huge debate about the shape of the Earth. His father and grandfather were both astronomy professors, and his other grandfather a mathematics professor. It’s the birthday of astronomer Anders Celsius, ( books by this author) born in Uppsala, Sweden (1701). When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.” The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small. He wrote: “All the lessons of history in four sentences: Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad with power. This argument is has been widely adopted in some circles looking to maintain white nationalism and has been used to minimize the impact of slavery and the civil war on American History. He wrote the popular book The Rise of American Civilization (1927) with his wife Mary, in which they explained American history in terms of economic principles - for example, that the Civil War wasn’t an ideological conflict about slavery as much as it was an economic one that pitted the industrial North against the agrarian South. After that, he never taught in academia again, but he wrote a lot of books and ran a profitable dairy farm in Connecticut. He started out as a professor, but he resigned from Columbia University as a protest in 1917 after the institution fired some of his colleagues who opposed American involvement in World War I. It’s the birthday of historian Charles Beard, ( books by this author) born in Knightstown, Indiana (1874). “My Love For All Things Warm and Breathing” by William Kloefkorn, from Cottonwood County: Poems by William Kloefkorn and Ted Kooser. This room just now my love for all things warm andīreathing, that lifts it high to scatter it fine andĮnormous into the trees and the grass, into the heatīeneath the earth beneath the stone, into theīoundless lust of all things bound but gathering. That exits, that takes with it my own breath, inside The air that enters through these ancient windows, Throats through which passes the breath that joins Wrists and throats, yes, of throats especially, Legs and tongues and thighs and fingertips and The grand profusion of hair and nails and hands and His teeth at work even now on his lower lip, and Inducements, and the boy with the weight problem, On the back row, her mouth sad beyond all reasonable Laura for the coy green mellowing eyes, Buxtonįor all the rest, but also the simple girl in blue Name, Laura Buxton, is somehow the girl herself, Not only the girl in the yellow sweater, whose Is room enough now for the loving of many things,Īnd all of them at once, these students especially, Part of me soft and glandular, and under my skin Yet this morning I feel myself expanding, each I have seldom loved more than one thing at a time, My Love For All Things Warm and Breathing
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