Cosmos Episode 1 Viewing Worksheet

Universe Episode 1 Viewing Worksheet Once in for some time, it is important to have a film day in class. Maybe you have a substitute instructor and need to ensure your understudies are as yet learning and fortifying ideas youve been contemplating. Different occasions require a prize of a film day or as an enhancement to a unit that might be especially hard to get a handle on. Whatever the explanation, an extraordinary show to watch on these film days is Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey with have Neil deGrasse Tyson. He makes science available and energizing for all ages and levels of learning. The principal scene of Cosmos, called Standing Up in the Milky Way,â was a review of science from the earliest starting point of time. It addresses everything from the Big Bang Theory to the Geologic Time Scale to Evolution and Astronomy. The following are questions that can be duplicate and glued into a worksheet and altered as important for understudies to fill in as they watch Episode 1 of Cosmos. These inquiries are intended to check comprehension of probably the most significant parts while ideally not detracting from the experience of watching the show.  Universe Episode 1 Worksheet                           Name:___________________  Bearings: Answer the inquiries as you watch scene 1 of Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey  1. What is the name of Neil deGrasse Tyson’s â€Å"spaceship†?    2. What is answerable for making wind and keeping everything in the close planetary system in its grasp?    3. What lies among Mars and Jupiter?    4. How huge is the hundreds of years old typhoon on Jupiter?    5. What must be concocted before we could find Saturn and Neptune?    6. What is the name of the shuttle that has ventured to every part of the farthest away from Earth?    7. What is the Oort Cloud?    8. How a long way from the focal point of the Milky Way Galaxy do we live?    9. What is the â€Å"address† of Earth in the universe?    10. Why do we not know yet in the event that we live in a â€Å"multiverse†?    11. Who composed the restricted book that Giordano Bruno read that gave him that the Universe was boundless?    12. How since a long time ago was Bruno imprisoned and tormented?    13. What happened to Bruno after he would not adjust his perspective on his convictions of an endless Universe?    14. Who had the option to demonstrate Bruno right 10 years after his passing?    15. How numerous years does one month represent on the â€Å"cosmic calendar†?    16. What date on the â€Å"cosmic calendar† did the Milky Way Galaxy show up?    17. What date on the â€Å"cosmic calendar† was our Sun conceived?    18. What day and time did human precursors initially advance on the â€Å"cosmic calendar†?    19. What do the most recent 14 seconds on the â€Å"cosmic calendar† speak to?    20. How numerous seconds back on the â€Å"cosmic calendar† did the two parts of the world locate one another?    21. How old was Neil deGrasse Tyson when he met Carl Sagan in Ithaca, New York?    22. What is Carl Sagan generally renowned for?

Like A Flag in the Wind We are One

Stop. Advise the driver to delay and order the tires to be quiet. Ensure everybody is peaceful and not squirming. Direct the individuals who are waving to stop swaying their hands and let them look for a brisk second at this still second in-time and think. Look. Inspect the image. For what reason is everybody bidding farewell? Is it since waving is a worthy folkway that has now become clich㠯⠿â ½ and is only a simple way out when separating? For what reason are the individuals who have lifted hands crying? What is making such feeling be blended in such a significant number of at the same time? For what reason do I feel a similar way? Camp comes once every year. Multi week recently evenings, talking, partnership with different devotees and close experiences with God. Camp is a different universe; a spot not at all like home. Nonetheless, that yellow school transport consistently takes us back to the real world, advising us that this desert garden is just impermanent. However notwithstanding camp's curtness, its recollections will consistently abide in the rear of my psyche, continually moving, breathing, living. They are converted into ink and spread out onto paper however they are enlivened in my psyche †circling in my memory. I am immersed in the memory of their countenances. They are here with me. Presently I sit. I sit taking a gander at these photographs without anyone else, however this one sticks out. It was the latest day of camp and a dim day at that. Everybody was stating their last farewells. We previously missed each other. At that point, I don't think we understood that we would be together soon; camp would just be a year away and the winter retreat an insignificant a half year. Yet, who thinks about that at that point? Who thinks about such subtleties when so defeat with feeling? That is the thing that photos are for: to think back and reexamine circumstances, to clear your head and to return to and comprehend past conditions. Presently thinking back I comprehend and am settled †I will see them soon. This acknowledgment energizes me; the idea of seeing their appearances enthuses me like the idea of a warm summer day. By and by we will get the opportunity to discuss and adore Jesus and not keep anything down. It is only here and there that I find the opportunity to have friendship with different Christians and to be in a domain where everybody's emphasis is on God. Circumstances such as these I enjoy; gradually snacking a bit of chocolate †sweet and smooth - letting it dissolve on my tongue. Yet, similar to any bit of chocolate, there is a conclusion to it. Farewell waves and garages are in inescapable. Be that as it may, when we return home, our relationship with our God remains the equivalent; we are still supporters of Jesus †just currently swimming up stream. However we do this together; we may not be next to each other yet we as a whole love our God all the while. I can at present recall the warm kiss of the sun moving on my arm; the vibe of unwinding and solace descended from the sky and embraced me, covering the internal bitterness I had gushing inside. However, glancing back at this image, I would now be able to recall likewise an incredible feeling of certainty, realizing I was and am not the only one in sharing the good news of Jesus Christ; those on the ground I was waving farewell to and those whom I was sitting with on the transport all have a similar reason. This image is a landmark †enduring proof, an update and a case of an incredible and eminent occasion in my life: camp. It was where I turned out to be nearer to God and made numerous superb companions. I will miss my brethren however in spite of the truth of our detachment, there is comfort. There is comfort in realizing I will see them soon and up to that point we share a similar reason in solidarity. We don't need to be genuinely together so as to be siblings and sisters in Christ. We are associated by a shared factor: God. So advise the individuals who are waving to stop†¦ pause†¦ realize†¦ We may not be joined in nearness, however like a banner in the breeze we are one.

I who have nothing

I who have nothing DID YOU KNOW? In Renaissance Spain, when white skin was cultivated as a sign of royalty, princesses drank water from clay vases and then ate the clay, which would absorb all of the water in their bodies and give them a pale appearance. History has not recorded what happened to these princesses a few hours later. So this will be my last MITblog entry from Europe. Probably forever. Im just chilling here in my air-conditioned (!) hostel room, listening to the dude above me snore, and I thought that rather than reading all the entries at smashbros.com some for the bajillionth time, I should make good on my promise to write something from Spain in my last entry. I wanted to title this entry Now Im a little boy in Spain playing pianos filled with flames but it messed up the formatting on the MITblogs website, and also Ive been thinking a lot about the song I who have nothing, by Jordin Sparks, because Im totally done with all this MISTI reporting business. I have nothing! I mean, Im not done with the parts that involve getting all the videos off of the video camera, or organizing them, or summarizing all my data, or editing the video into good five-second quotes that can pop up dynamically when you roll over wienerschnitzel on the new Flash-enabled MISTI website or whatever. But, I mean, the actual taking pictures and videos of people, Im done with! Which is both good and bad. For one thing, it means I wont get to go around Europe hearing about peoples awesome jobs and taking pictures like this one of MISTI France intern Anjali 09, standing along the original Prime Meridian in the Observatory of Paris or this one, of MISTI Spain interns Sohrab 08 and Inessa 09 enjoying tapas at a Spanish tapas bar. I for one was shocked to discover that tapas actually exist outside of my eighth-grade Spanish textbook. Cacahuetes! However, being done with my MISTI reporting also means that I can stop living out of a 40-pound suitcase with a broken wheel, and start interacting with people on a real, personal basis again, instead of my conversations going something like, Oh, thats great that youre working with entamoeba histolytica! Is this your first time in Europe oh, wait, can I get a picture of you pipetting that? Or, I mean, with this microscope; whatever looks more science-y. I also have nothing in terms of money anymore. Im sort of going with the whole leave Europe with zero euros, that way you wont get screwed by airport exchange rates plan. So I have 6 euro-cents right now, and thats about it. Well, actually, I have about $20.58 in my pockets right now, but 50 cents of that are in Czech kroner and the other 20 are in US dollars, so, counting currency that Western Europe actually uses, I have 6 cents. And a Sub Klub card that I picked up at a Subway in Berlin. You know, I got Sub des Tages and Sub del Dia on this trip, but not Sub du Jour. Next time, Gadget. But I think Ive been rationing my money pretty carefully. After my last dinner with MISTI Spain interns last night, I gazed into my wallet to find a total of 6.86 in Euro. Then, in reference to the quote, When I get a little money, I buy books; and if any is left over, I buy food and clothing, which I saw on somebodys facebook profile, I spent my first three euros this morning at the Museo del Prado. I didnt even know what was at the Prado, I just thought it would be cool. But I kind of guessed that Las Meninas would be there, and it was, and I learned a lot about it eavesdropping on three separate English-language guided tours, and the museum also had a special exhibition on Patinir, who invented landscapes. After walking around the museum for five hours I was hungry, because six pieces of buttered toast at the hostels free breakfast just couldnt cut it, so I headed to the nearest Döner Kebap stand I could find, figuring that it would be a cheap way to get my last Döner fix for a long, long time. Thankfully, 3.00 euros is just about the universal standard price for Döner in Western Europe, so I was able to get a tasty sandwich with a slight Spanish flavor, but unfortunately drinks were a bank-breaking 1.20. Blast. So I went to a convenience store with no prices labeled. When the owner was done speaking in an unknown Asian language on his cell phone, I asked him how much a can of soda cost. After three attempts, I finally understood that he was saying ochenta. Perfecto. So I gave him a fifty, two tens, and two fives, and hoped that two years of MATLAB hadnt diminished my capacity for simple math too much. And then I had six cents left. OH MY STARS AND GARTERS, I just found out that the I buy books, then food quote is attributed to Desiderius Erasmus. Could this entry have any more organic unity? So, six cents. Six cents and a snoring roommate. I mean, I could use my credit card or something, but, well, ITS FREAKING SPAIN and even if I somehow find somewhere that takes a credit card and isnt touristy and overpriced, Ive still got extra charges for using it in a foreign country. Which, I mean, Im more ideologically opposed to than anything, because with what theyre paying me for this trip, I think I can spare 60 cents in extra charges. Theres also the possibility of finding a Deutsche Bank ATM, which is free for Bank of America customers, where I could pick up a quick 20 euros. But the catch is that I get free breakfast tomorrow (eight pieces of toast, two bowls of cornflakes, no questions asked), and then after checking out of my hostel and heading to the Madrid airport, I get my 15 euro key deposit back. So, while 15.06 is a little light for two days in Europe (Ive got a one-night layover in Frankfurt), I think that 35.06 might be a little too much. Oh, like a high school seniors relationship status after graduation, its complicated. Anyway, Ive gotten hungry since I started writing this entry, so its time to go do something about that. I cant wait to get home, and I promise to write tons of informative entries as a lame duck blogger from the US, both here and on my MISTI blog. Its been a long, crazy, exhausting ride here in Europe, but when you wake up and say to yourself, Hmmm I have an hour or two before work, I think Ill go take pictures of myself in front of Sacre Coeur. well, its hard to complain too much.

I who have nothing

I who have nothing DID YOU KNOW? In Renaissance Spain, when white skin was cultivated as a sign of royalty, princesses drank water from clay vases and then ate the clay, which would absorb all of the water in their bodies and give them a pale appearance. History has not recorded what happened to these princesses a few hours later. So this will be my last MITblog entry from Europe. Probably forever. Im just chilling here in my air-conditioned (!) hostel room, listening to the dude above me snore, and I thought that rather than reading all the entries at smashbros.com some for the bajillionth time, I should make good on my promise to write something from Spain in my last entry. I wanted to title this entry Now Im a little boy in Spain playing pianos filled with flames but it messed up the formatting on the MITblogs website, and also Ive been thinking a lot about the song I who have nothing, by Jordin Sparks, because Im totally done with all this MISTI reporting business. I have nothing! I mean, Im not done with the parts that involve getting all the videos off of the video camera, or organizing them, or summarizing all my data, or editing the video into good five-second quotes that can pop up dynamically when you roll over wienerschnitzel on the new Flash-enabled MISTI website or whatever. But, I mean, the actual taking pictures and videos of people, Im done with! Which is both good and bad. For one thing, it means I wont get to go around Europe hearing about peoples awesome jobs and taking pictures like this one of MISTI France intern Anjali 09, standing along the original Prime Meridian in the Observatory of Paris or this one, of MISTI Spain interns Sohrab 08 and Inessa 09 enjoying tapas at a Spanish tapas bar. I for one was shocked to discover that tapas actually exist outside of my eighth-grade Spanish textbook. Cacahuetes! However, being done with my MISTI reporting also means that I can stop living out of a 40-pound suitcase with a broken wheel, and start interacting with people on a real, personal basis again, instead of my conversations going something like, Oh, thats great that youre working with entamoeba histolytica! Is this your first time in Europe oh, wait, can I get a picture of you pipetting that? Or, I mean, with this microscope; whatever looks more science-y. I also have nothing in terms of money anymore. Im sort of going with the whole leave Europe with zero euros, that way you wont get screwed by airport exchange rates plan. So I have 6 euro-cents right now, and thats about it. Well, actually, I have about $20.58 in my pockets right now, but 50 cents of that are in Czech kroner and the other 20 are in US dollars, so, counting currency that Western Europe actually uses, I have 6 cents. And a Sub Klub card that I picked up at a Subway in Berlin. You know, I got Sub des Tages and Sub del Dia on this trip, but not Sub du Jour. Next time, Gadget. But I think Ive been rationing my money pretty carefully. After my last dinner with MISTI Spain interns last night, I gazed into my wallet to find a total of 6.86 in Euro. Then, in reference to the quote, When I get a little money, I buy books; and if any is left over, I buy food and clothing, which I saw on somebodys facebook profile, I spent my first three euros this morning at the Museo del Prado. I didnt even know what was at the Prado, I just thought it would be cool. But I kind of guessed that Las Meninas would be there, and it was, and I learned a lot about it eavesdropping on three separate English-language guided tours, and the museum also had a special exhibition on Patinir, who invented landscapes. After walking around the museum for five hours I was hungry, because six pieces of buttered toast at the hostels free breakfast just couldnt cut it, so I headed to the nearest Döner Kebap stand I could find, figuring that it would be a cheap way to get my last Döner fix for a long, long time. Thankfully, 3.00 euros is just about the universal standard price for Döner in Western Europe, so I was able to get a tasty sandwich with a slight Spanish flavor, but unfortunately drinks were a bank-breaking 1.20. Blast. So I went to a convenience store with no prices labeled. When the owner was done speaking in an unknown Asian language on his cell phone, I asked him how much a can of soda cost. After three attempts, I finally understood that he was saying ochenta. Perfecto. So I gave him a fifty, two tens, and two fives, and hoped that two years of MATLAB hadnt diminished my capacity for simple math too much. And then I had six cents left. OH MY STARS AND GARTERS, I just found out that the I buy books, then food quote is attributed to Desiderius Erasmus. Could this entry have any more organic unity? So, six cents. Six cents and a snoring roommate. I mean, I could use my credit card or something, but, well, ITS FREAKING SPAIN and even if I somehow find somewhere that takes a credit card and isnt touristy and overpriced, Ive still got extra charges for using it in a foreign country. Which, I mean, Im more ideologically opposed to than anything, because with what theyre paying me for this trip, I think I can spare 60 cents in extra charges. Theres also the possibility of finding a Deutsche Bank ATM, which is free for Bank of America customers, where I could pick up a quick 20 euros. But the catch is that I get free breakfast tomorrow (eight pieces of toast, two bowls of cornflakes, no questions asked), and then after checking out of my hostel and heading to the Madrid airport, I get my 15 euro key deposit back. So, while 15.06 is a little light for two days in Europe (Ive got a one-night layover in Frankfurt), I think that 35.06 might be a little too much. Oh, like a high school seniors relationship status after graduation, its complicated. Anyway, Ive gotten hungry since I started writing this entry, so its time to go do something about that. I cant wait to get home, and I promise to write tons of informative entries as a lame duck blogger from the US, both here and on my MISTI blog. Its been a long, crazy, exhausting ride here in Europe, but when you wake up and say to yourself, Hmmm I have an hour or two before work, I think Ill go take pictures of myself in front of Sacre Coeur. well, its hard to complain too much.