Mau exemplo de jornalismo de ciência

A Folha Online publicou hoje, dia 29, uma matéria com a seguinte manchete: "Há até 25 planetas semelhantes à Terra, dizem cientistas".

Lamentável.

Leia a notícia original, que certamente serviu de base para esse pastiche publicado pela Folha, e tire suas próprias conclusões.

o GOP, versão Tea Party, e o futuro dos US&A

Krugman, ontem, sobre as consequências da quase certa vitória republicana nas eleições de meio-termo nos US&A, começo de novembro agora:

Barring a huge upset, Republicans will take control of at least one house of Congress next week. How worried should we be by that prospect?

Not very, say some pundits. After all, the last time Republicans controlled Congress while a Democrat lived in the White House was the period from the beginning of 1995 to the end of 2000. And people remember that era as a good time, a time of rapid job creation and responsible budgets. Can we hope for a similar experience now?

No, we can’t. This is going to be terrible. In fact, future historians will probably look back at the 2010 election as a catastrophe for America, one that condemned the nation to years of political chaos and economic weakness.

Leia o porquê.

só acredito num deus que dance (pelado)

Johnossi, que caiu no meu ouvido porque é trilha de NHL 09, tem uma dessas músicas com que, vez por outra, a gente se identifica completamente.

Que ateu-materialista-darwinista-freudiano-com-pitadas-de-ceticismo-cínico não gostaria de uma música dessas?

Man must dance. Vai o vídeo e a letra inteira:




We're the people, the lucky
with the fragile bones
the ones who sit and worry
about getting to old
We're the people, the happy
with the broken hearts
the ones who draw a picture
and proclaim that it´s art

But you, and you, and you and you
you're just an animal developed into
You and you and you and you
a monkey needs to dance so do you

We're the people, the lucky
with the fragile bones
the ones who sit and worry
about catching a cold
We're the people, the happy
with the broken hearts
the ones who draw a picture
and proclaim that it´s art

But you, and you, and you and you
you're just an animal developed into
You and you and you and you
a monkey needs to dance so do you

You like to do it as a child on your own
you're in the jungle and the monkeys
take your mind from your home
How many times do they have to tell you
that it's perfectly fine for you to dance around
naked when you're all by yourself

Cause' you, and you, and you and you
you're just an animal developed into
You and you and you and you
a monkey needs to dance so do you

We're the people, the lucky
with the fragile bones
the ones who sit and worry
about getting to old
You're the monkey in the jungle
trying to find your place
the one who let the sunset
bring a silly kind of smile on your face

But you, and you, and you
you're just an animal developed into
You and you and you and you
a monkey needs to dance so do you

You like to do it as a child on your own
you're in the jungle and the monkeys
take your mind from your home
How many times do they have to tell you
that it's perfectly fine for you to dance around
naked when you're all by yourself

Cause you, and you, and you and you
you're just an animal developed into
You and you and you and you
a monkey needs to dance so do you

*a monkey needs to dance so do you*

os mais novos vazamentos da Wikileaks: a Guerra do Iraque

No BoingBoing (a.k.a. o melhor blog do mundo), links sobre os quase 400 mil documentos vazados pela Wikileaks há uns dois dias - desta vez, o alvo de Assange & Co. é mostrar um lado ainda mais sujo da guerra no Iraque. Há infográficos interativos (os jornalistas adoram isso) que ajudam a entender facilmente a balbúrdia que virou a antiga Mesopotâmia na aurora do século XXI - incluindo um mapa de mortes de civis.

Fora isso, há um bom texto de Robert Fisk e duas reportagens estranhas (no NYT e, depois, no Independent) sobre a aparentemente sediciosa situação interna da Wikileaks após os vazamentos sobre as duas guerras do GOP. Acompanhemos.

Ah, e Crazyhorse 18: fuck you, whomever you are.