In a secret project recently discovered, the United States planned to blow up the moon with a nuclear bomb in the 1950s as a display of the country’s strength during the Cold War space race.
I spend far more time arguing on the Internet than can possibly be healthy, and the word I’ve come to loath more than any other is “opinion”. Opinion, or worse “belief”, has become the shield of every poorly-conceived notion that worms its way onto social media.
Estudar filosofia moral não torna ninguém uma pessoa melhor, argumenta um filósofo. E não porque estudar ética é inútil, mas porque é complicado.
A Folha de São Paulo fez uma pesquisa sobre as opiniões e comportamentos dos jovens que nasceram depois da Internet. O retrato pintado é de uma geração conservadora, dinheirista e moralista. Alem de hipócrita: 51% afirmam ser errado ver pornografia.
I want to buy a book—perhaps it’s a specific book, identified in a review or mentioned by a friend, or perhaps simple intellectual restlessness has put me in the mood to browse a bookstore shelf and find something new. As I descend to the streets of the city where I live, I recall that many fine unread books remain on my overstocked shelves at home. I’m aware of them every hour of the day, even when I look up from the book I’m currently reading. They remind me of promises made to read them when they were bought; some of these promises are now decades old. My shelves also hold certain already-read volumes that deserve a careful, more mature rereading. I should turn back.