3 Tips for a Happy Day — Photobaugh – My Inspired Fibro Life

Let’s face it, dealing with a chronic condition such as fibromyalgia or chronic pain can easily lead to depression and mood swings, as well as feelings of isolation and helplessness. These feelings can increase as the pain or flare lingers on and you are able to accomplish less. I know. I have been there. So […]

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RULES OF A SCIENTIST LIFE.

1.SEE FAILURE AS A BEGINNING,NOT AN END.

2.NEVER STOP LEARNING.

3.ASSUME NOTHING,QUESTIO EVERY  THING

4.TEACH OTHERS WHAT YOU KNOW.

5.ANALYZE OBJECTIVELY.

6.PRACTICE HUMILITY.

7.RESPECT CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM.

8.GIVE CREDIT WHERE IT’S DUE.

9.TAKE INITIATIUE.

10.ASK THE TOUGH QUESTIONS EARLY.

11.LOVE WHAT TOY DO,OR LEAVE.

 

Telling a good scientific story.

Have a protagonist

– a user trying to accom plish something your audience cares about .

– in some cases the protogonist is implicit.

EXAMPLES

-The person using the network or computer to make decisions(scheduling deliveries,deciding on investments)

– The person performing atast with computer support (landing a broken air plane,teaching a class etc.)

PEACE

Peace is living in harmony and not fighting with others.

If everyone in the world were peaceful this would be a peaceful world.
Peace is a clam and relaxed state of mind.

“Peace must begin with each one of us.Through quite and serious reflection on its meaning,new and crative ways can be found to foster understanding,friend ships and cooperation among all peoples.”

DEATH DESERT

You dirty devil!They’ll hang you for this!”Ann Roberts blazed.

“Shut up!”Red kelly hissed.

Snapped turning an angry face toward him.”I was talking to-to that!”She waved her hand to indicate knuckles roker.
“Maybe you wern’t talking to me but I’m talking to you,”Red kelly whispered fiercely.”And I’m telling you to shut up.If you call Roker names and make him mad,he’ll shoot us instead of marooning us as he in-tends to do.”
“I’d rathet he shot than marooned here!”She answered.
The angry nod of her head took in the red sands,the rocky,farlorn hills of the desert of mars.Red kelly knew she was right about that.A slug from the hevy sistol in Roker’s hand ment a quick and compratively painless death.But to he marooned here meant two days of torture and then a slow death.Two days was as long as any human,without adequate supplies of water,could with stand the blazing Martian sun.And when the sun was gone the deserts plunge from a temperature over the dreaded figure of mounted martian.

The savage code of the Martians was as ruthless as the desert they live on;and more valuable than millions in gems.