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Flat Earth, Fake News and The Internet’s IQ Crisis

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  Fun, yet terrifying, fact: a 2018 study found that   16% of Americans still believe the Earth is flat . Sixteen percent. That’s like one out of every six people you meet potentially thinking we're on a giant Frisbee instead of a round planet governed by gravitational forces.   Super comforting .   Today’s episode of   Humans Being Ridiculous   featured one of my classmates, Ben, trying to convince the entire physics class that the Earth is   flat . Flat. Like a poorly made pancake. And the worst part? Half the class actually   considered   it for a moment before Mr. Thompson shut it down with a stern, "No, Ben. Gravity doesn't work like that." I mean, I get it—people are free to think what they want. But come on. How hard is it to just   Google   basic physics?   That’s the real irony, isn't it? The internet was supposed to make us   more knowledgeable , not   more stupid . We’ve got the entirety of human knowledge at our fingertips, and somehow people still fal

Muscles

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Did you know a caterpillar has about 4,000 muscles? I mean, that’s insane. I think about that fact every time I struggle to get off the couch. I have, what, 600 muscles? And I can't even convince half of them to cooperate when it's time for gym class. Meanwhile, a caterpillar, which is basically a squishy tube, manages to coordinate thousands of tiny muscle movements just to crawl around and eat leaves. Honestly, if I could borrow even a tenth of that motivation, maybe I wouldn’t dread gymnastics quite as much. It’s not that I hate moving altogether; I just hate the forced structure of it all. Gymnastics, with its routines and endless practice, feels like trying to force entropy into order. I’m no caterpillar—heck, I’m not even a semi-motivated squirrel. When the coach tells me to do a cartwheel, I feel like I’ve been asked to solve a complex physics equation in front of a crowd. Every muscle in my body protests, and all I can think is, "What’s the point?" Caterpillar

Chaos

 Experts say that people with high IQ have messy desks. A study found that a messy workspace can lead to more creative thinking and novel solutions. I guess my dad will not take this as an excuse for my chaotic desk, though. He's always been the kind of person who thinks a clear desk equals a clear mind. As a PhD physicist, he's used to precision and order, which makes my chaotic workspace a constant source of tension. Every time he passes by my room, I can almost hear him silently screaming inside. Sometimes, he screams outside too, launching into a full-on lecture about the importance of 'maintaining an efficient work environment'—as if I'm supposed to be solving for quantum field theory equations on my cluttered desk. "Zoe, how can you even find anything in here?" he often says, as if the entire universe isn't just one chaotic mess trying to make sense of itself. I mean, does he expect order in a universe ruled by entropy? I like to think my desk is

The Loneliest Particle at the Party

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Elementary particles are the building blocks of our universe, each with its own peculiar behavior.   Quarks, for example, come in six distinct "flavors" — up, down, strange, charm, top, and bottom. Their names sound more like an ice cream menu than the foundation of reality. Photons, speedy and massless, race through the vacuum like cosmic speedsters without a care. Then there are fermions, loyal to the Pauli Exclusion Principle, ensuring no two can ever occupy the same quantum state. Bosons, by contrast, are more sociable, piling up on each other like an overenthusiastic group hug. This reminds me of my dad explaining quantum physics at the dinner table — confusing analogies about ice cream flavors and family hugs that somehow made sense, but also made me question my sanity. My dad, by the way, would have thrived here — not because he likes parties, but because he can turn even the most tedious situation into a quirky physics metaphor. He’d stroll in, take one look at these

The Great Cookie Caper - Dr Susse + Dr House

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  In the town of Whimsyville, on a bright and sunny day,   Lived a quirky doc named Seuss, in a house not quite gray.   His kitchen smelled of magic, of cookies sweet and fine,   But alas, those yummy treats began to decline! Dr. Seuss, with a twirl of his fanciful red hat,   Noticed the missing cookies, and pondered, "What's up with that?"   With a room full of kids, each grinning ear to ear,   He declared, "We've got a mystery here!" "Our cookies, so scrumptious, have taken flight,   Vanished into thin air, out of sight!   But fear not, my friends, for we'll crack this case,   With rhyme, wit, and a rather brisk pace." Wilson, the dog, with a bark and a woof,   Looked eager to help, staying aloof.   "First clue," Seuss said, "a trail of crumbs, quite odd,   Leads right to the...oh, let's give a nod." "To the cupboard, the fridge, around the back door,   Our thief left a trail, but wait, there's more!   A choco

Culinary Adventure: When Chaos Reigns in the Kitchen

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Cooking can be a delightful experience, filled with the aroma of freshly prepared dishes and the satisfaction of creating something delicious. But what happens when the kitchen turns into a battlefield, with flour on the ceiling, sauce on the walls, and utensils scattered like casualties of war? Well, this is not a hypothetical scenario but a firm reality. It only needs Luisa to request, "Dad, can I make a delicious recipe?" "Yes, of course, honey..." I acquiesce with the same enthusiasm as if she had requested to detonate 1 ton of TNT inside the house. Kids are little scientists, and I always strive to stimulate the curiosity and experimentation of my kids, even with the risk of the chaos that will bring. We need to give them space for failure in the same measure that God gave us patience not to harm them. It all began on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Luisa, with her curiosity and eagerness to surprise us, decided to embark on a culinary journey. Armed with a recipe she

Uma Casa Invadida por Amigos Peludos

As crianças têm um talento especial para apaixonarem-se por qualquer coisa fofa e peluda. Esse amor, que parece inesgotável, é um recurso renovável de carinho para elas e um pesadelo para os pais. As coisas raramente correm como previsto e o risco da casa transformar-se num jardim zoológico ou num curral é real. Aqui começa a saga amorosa com o clássico: um gato adorável ou um cão irresistível. Mas não se deixem iludir por estas criaturas inocentes. Rapidamente, o afecto nos vossos corações começa a transbordar para o adorável coelho, a tartaruga, o periquito... O lar converte-se numa versão moderna da Arca de Noé. O dilúvio bíblico virá a seguir, certamente. À medida que adicionam animais à vossa ménagerie, a confusão torna-se uma companhia diária: "Pai, sabes onde está o Brownie?", "Pai, temos de ir ao veterinário para as vacinas do Gervásio", "Onde estão os meus sapatos que o Jeremias levou?", "Quem derrubou o vaso, o Cacau ou o Noir?" Os nome