She also poignantly describes the dissonance of striving to live in the moment with her children, and imprinting vivid memories of their time together, while knowing that the memories she is making will die with her.
November 23, 2025 at 7:33 PM
She also poignantly describes the dissonance of striving to live in the moment with her children, and imprinting vivid memories of their time together, while knowing that the memories she is making will die with her.
While striking notes of anger and frustration, Ms. Schlossberg centers much of the essay on her love for her two young children, and her grief and disbelief that she will not be there to see them grow up.
November 23, 2025 at 7:33 PM
While striking notes of anger and frustration, Ms. Schlossberg centers much of the essay on her love for her two young children, and her grief and disbelief that she will not be there to see them grow up.
“For my whole life, I have tried to be good,” to spare her mother further suffering, Ms. Schlossberg wrote. “Now I have added a new tragedy to her life, to our family’s life, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.”
November 23, 2025 at 7:33 PM
“For my whole life, I have tried to be good,” to spare her mother further suffering, Ms. Schlossberg wrote. “Now I have added a new tragedy to her life, to our family’s life, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.”
It was as if the bits needed to re-create your house and everything in it could fit on the walls.
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A bold new idea aims to link two famously discordant descriptions of nature. In doing so, it may also reveal how space-time owes its existence to the spooky connections of quantum information.
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November 11, 2025 at 7:41 AM
It was as if the bits needed to re-create your house and everything in it could fit on the walls.
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Eventually Susskind ... realized ... that all the information that fell down the hole was actually trapped on the black hole’s two-dimensional event horizon, the surface that marks the point of no return. The horizon encoded everything inside, like a hologram.
November 11, 2025 at 7:41 AM
Eventually Susskind ... realized ... that all the information that fell down the hole was actually trapped on the black hole’s two-dimensional event horizon, the surface that marks the point of no return. The horizon encoded everything inside, like a hologram.
For example, in 2016 he discovered that the food for southern white rhinos at the zoo contained endocrine-disrupting phytoestrogens that caused declines in fertility. Once the zoo switched the feed, several new calves were born to previously unsuccessful rhino moms.
November 3, 2025 at 7:24 AM
For example, in 2016 he discovered that the food for southern white rhinos at the zoo contained endocrine-disrupting phytoestrogens that caused declines in fertility. Once the zoo switched the feed, several new calves were born to previously unsuccessful rhino moms.
Hoh found that coastal condors had seven times more DDT and DDT-related chemicals pumping through their systems — a plausible cause of hatching failures for birds on California’s Big Sur coast. As a conservationist, Tubbs has experience responding to these kinds of threats.
November 3, 2025 at 7:24 AM
Hoh found that coastal condors had seven times more DDT and DDT-related chemicals pumping through their systems — a plausible cause of hatching failures for birds on California’s Big Sur coast. As a conservationist, Tubbs has experience responding to these kinds of threats.
Then we came to a place where another trail crossed and Richard stopped to look around at the surroundings. Suddenly a grin lit up his face. "Hey," he said, all trace of sadness forgotten, "I bet I can show you a better way home."
And so he did.
And so he did.
September 19, 2025 at 2:05 PM
Then we came to a place where another trail crossed and Richard stopped to look around at the surroundings. Suddenly a grin lit up his face. "Hey," he said, all trace of sadness forgotten, "I bet I can show you a better way home."
And so he did.
And so he did.
And after a few more steps, "When you get as old as I am, you start to realize that you've told most of the good stuff you know to other people anyway."
We walked along in silence for a few minutes.
We walked along in silence for a few minutes.
September 19, 2025 at 2:05 PM
And after a few more steps, "When you get as old as I am, you start to realize that you've told most of the good stuff you know to other people anyway."
We walked along in silence for a few minutes.
We walked along in silence for a few minutes.
He must have noticed my mood, because he suddenly stopped the story and asked, "Hey, what's the matter?"
I hesitated. "I'm sad because you're going to die."
"Yeah," he sighed, "that bugs me sometimes too. But not so much as you think."
I hesitated. "I'm sad because you're going to die."
"Yeah," he sighed, "that bugs me sometimes too. But not so much as you think."
September 19, 2025 at 2:05 PM
He must have noticed my mood, because he suddenly stopped the story and asked, "Hey, what's the matter?"
I hesitated. "I'm sad because you're going to die."
"Yeah," he sighed, "that bugs me sometimes too. But not so much as you think."
I hesitated. "I'm sad because you're going to die."
"Yeah," he sighed, "that bugs me sometimes too. But not so much as you think."
He was telling a long and funny story about how he had been reading up on his disease and surprising his doctors by predicting their diagnosis and his chances of survival. I was hearing for the first time how far his cancer had progressed, so the jokes did not seem so funny.
September 19, 2025 at 2:05 PM
He was telling a long and funny story about how he had been reading up on his disease and surprising his doctors by predicting their diagnosis and his chances of survival. I was hearing for the first time how far his cancer had progressed, so the jokes did not seem so funny.
I remember a conversation we had a year or so before his death, walking in the hills above Pasadena. We were exploring an unfamiliar trail and Richard, recovering from a major operation for the cancer, was walking more slowly than usual.
September 19, 2025 at 2:05 PM
I remember a conversation we had a year or so before his death, walking in the hills above Pasadena. We were exploring an unfamiliar trail and Richard, recovering from a major operation for the cancer, was walking more slowly than usual.