In radiometric dating, scientists use the rate of decay of radioactive materials in rocks to estimate the absolute age of a rock. That tells them the age of fossils found in that rock.
Radiometric dating allows scientists to find fossils in only the lowest and oldest layers of sediment.
In radiometric dating, scientists place samples of a fossil in certain liquids until the samples dissolve. The rate at which they dissolve indicates the age of the fossil.
In radiometric dating, scientists mix the carbon in a fossil with carbon from similar fossils whose age they know. By comparing, the carbon they can tell the exact age of the fossil.

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There's nothing wrong with this picture, this is a photo taken Thursday evening of Lo Bosworth heading into LA's Bar Delux. Ity appears that something happened to LC's BFF on the way to the club on Thursday. Missing was her signature cheery, laughingly, smiles we've all come to know and love.. or hate, let alone a normal state of mind. Instead, Miss Bosworth looks frozen; as if something greater than Lo herself is holding her spirits hostage. The zombie-like figure continues to pass the pavarazzi in this unusual manner, as more images speak for themselves. Questions about Lo's presence on The Hills, and around Lauren Conrad surface more and more everyday. In fact, Hills fans and LC fans wonder why Lo appeared on The Hills all of a sudden. Were there greater forces involved with Lo's state of mind? Or was she posessed? If Lo Bosworth was posessed, then that would explain why The Hills and LC went into different directions. For instance, when Lo resurfaced slowly, but surely on The Hills Seasons two and three, it wasn't a big impact because Lauren's troubles with Heidi and Spencer were just beginning. But as The Hills got into Season 3 bonus episodes, Lo's presence along with Stephanie was more evident than ever. On a show where Lauren already kicked Heidi out of her life, and had established a good relationship with Audrina, Lo comes in to create more drama on The Hills. But only this time, fans don't welcome Lo with open arms like they did with Audrina, and Whitney. Fans only see Lo as a wedge between Lauren and Audrina's friendship, therefore creating an unwanted vibe on The Hills that would quickly force viewers to change the channel, and ratings dropping over time. And off-camera, Lo has become LC's random new BFF, pushing Audrina aside, making public appearances at clubs, fundraisers, and in magazine interviews; where there was a time when LC and Lo weren't talking to each other due to some unfortunate rifts that had developed. On top of all the changes with The Hills, and LC welcoming Lo back into her life, Lauren Conrad's celebrity and fashion status took a dramatic turn. No longer was Lauren Conrad an uber-hot figure in all of fashion, so the original Lauren Conrad Collection went from hot to not; ultimately leading Kitson's to drop her line and for Lauren Conrad to put her clothing line on hold, to focus on a more-affordable clothing like for Kohl's. As for celebrity, Lauren Conrad was the most-talked about figure among every demographic in December 2007, only to be relegated popular among teens around August 2008. So the biggest question of all, was Lo responsible for all this? What kind of evil spirits had posessed Lauren 'Lo' Bosworth to become a sore thumb in the success of Lauren Conrad and The Hills ? There's no telling what forces were involved in these events, but we do know one thing, these same forces are planting Lo into staying on The Hills without her BFF Lauren Conrad, and oddly sharing LC's new high-rise apartment with her. As Lo's parallel universe intervened with Lauren Conrad's successful reality, it surely spelled trouble.

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I remember years ago watching a show on MTV about extreme fans, and they were featuring a thirteen-year-old girl who was obsessed with Gwen Stefani. One segment showed her parents taking her to get her hair dyed pink, just like Gwen, and I remember getting all bent out of shape as I was watching it. This was back in my early, first years of parenting, those idealistic years when you tend to say crazy things like, "My kid will never watch TV," and "I'll never pick up my kids from school wearing my pajamas and then lie about it and try to call them my workout clothes."

I mean, what kind of parent lets their minor child change their hair color? Why not just give her a stripper pole and a pair of lucite heels? As far as I was concerned, this was just one step away from a life on the streets. Sure it's just a bottle of hair dye today, but tomorrow you can bet they'll be smoking crack in a back alley and showing up with their 50-year-old boyfriend and your new 'grandchild.'

At least that's what I thought. Until Kira told me she wanted to bleach her hair for her thirteenth birthday, and Rigel and I thought about it for all of two minutes and then said, "Okay." Because here's a kid who gets straight A's, does her homework without having to be told, is polite and respectful and a joy to be around. And in light of all the things she could have asked for as she plunges into teendom, a new haircolor was the least of our worries - we were just happy that she wasn't asking for a ride to the free clinic to pick up some 'supplies,' or asking if some guy she saw perform at a club could come stay with us when he was in town. (Oh wait - she did ask us that one. Stay tuned for Wednesday's post.)

In fact, my thoughts about that MTV show didn't even cross my mind until I was in the salon watching Kira getting her head lowered into the shampoo bowl. It made me think of a few things that I'd want to say to the mom I was back then: Not to worry, that haircolor doesn't make the girl, and Kira is going to grow into such a great kid you'll be happy to let her dye her hair every color of the rainbow.

Oh, and another thing I'd tell myself back then - everyone knows those are your pajamas.

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In the new issue of Details Magazine, legendary musician, Quincy Yones, opens up about Michaels obsession with his self-image.
Q: Joo were there to witness the strange evolution in Michael’s appearance. Did joo ever step in and saying anything about it?
A: Oh, we talked about it all the time. Pero, he’d come up with, “Man, I promise joo I have this disease,” and so forth, and “I have a blister on my lungs,” and all that kind of bullchit. It’s hard, because Michael’s a Birgo man-hes bery set in his ways. Joo cant talk him out of it. Chemical peels and all that stuff. 
(FYI, Coacha has dated a lot of Birgo men and they are detail-oriented. They notice every little thing on me, good or bad. Its scary. And for some reason they have addictions. If its not drugs, its alcohol. If its not alcohol, its poker. If its not poker, its pokingAnyways, back to the interview.)
Q: Pero, it must’ve been so disturbing to see Michael’s face turn into what it turned into.
A: It’s ridiculous, man! Chemical peels and all of it. And I don’t understand it. Pero, he obviously didn’t want to be black.
Q: Did joo ever discuss it? Did joo ever ask, “Michael, don’t joo want to be a black man?”
A: No, no, no, please. That’s not the way you do it.
Q: Pero, he was beautiful before!
A: Man, he was the most gorgeous guy.
Q: But he seemed to have some deep-seated issue with how he looked?
A: Well, that comes about a certain way. I’m not sure how it happens. I’m just a musician and a record producer. I’m not a psychiatrist. I don’t understand all that stuff. We all got problems. Pero, there’s a great book out called Too Soon Old, Too Late Smart. Did joo see that? That book says the statute of limitations has expired on all childhood traumas. Get joor stuff together and get on with joor life, man. Stop whinin’ about what’s wrong, because everybody’s had a rough time, in one way or another.
Q: I’ve heard joo say that joo wanted Michael to sing “Cheese Out of My Life,” the great pop ballad from Off the Wall, in part because joo felt like he had to deal with reality.
A: I yust wanted to hear him deal with a romantic relationchip with a human being rather than a rat. I’m saying that facetiously, pero it’s true. I saw him at the Oscars bery emotional about “Ben.” I wanted to hear him get in touch with a real human relationchip. “Cheese Out of My Life” was written by Tommy Bahler from a very bad ending to a marriage. So it was very real. I was saving it for Sinatra. Pero, I gave it to Michael. And Michael cried during every take, and I left the tears in.
Pobrecito. I feel so bad for Michael. Have joo guys seen the entire Living with Michael Documentary? He said that his dad would beat the chit out of him and tell him how ugly he was and that whenever he saw his father he would throw up! He was sooo scared when a woman tried to have sex with him. He covered his face. Maybe he was molested as a kid? Maybe he was gay? Aghhh, he never deserved to go through that. No one does!
Pero, back to Quincy. Didnt Quincy only bone white women? Maybe, Quincy was the white influence in Michaels life.

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The male sexual anatomy has a taboo place in American society. It can be referenced to insult an individual, i.e “YOURE SUCH A FUCKING, DICK!” Or it can even be contorted and twisted to gross out, or sometimes to entertain a group of friends, i.e. giving the old tuck-n-pinch to resemble what I like to call an “ugly lady” or playing the game from Waiting. Whatever tickles your fancy, the mans penis is like the multi-tool that God has blessed us with. But, for those who have some sort of sex drive and not a total fucking pussy may find enough courage and confidence to give a nickname to their appleheaded monster. This can be a fun, and even sexy way to give your slong a alter-ego of its own that will leave a certain amount of wonderment and excitement to whatever your sex life holds in store. Or, it can be a sad fucking joke to your pathetic excuse for a dick that will leave women and fags laughing at your “nickname” and junk side-by-side. And just ordinary names, like John or Frank, that you can slyly refer to as your penis as kinda like an “insider” with your partner is lame as fuck, so flex your nuts and get a LEGIT nickname. Hopefully, I can sway to some cool ones and avoid some other ones, despite how good their intentions may sound.

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On Mothers Day, I scored a few hours alone to go to the farmers market, and as I wandered around shopping on my own, I watched other pregnant women and women who looked vaguely mama-ish, wondering: would we rather be with our kids, or alone, on this day that celebrates us? I already missed my kids, especially on this day, when having them along would prove that I was one of the laud-ees. (Why I need to prove that, I cant explain.) I decided Id rather be around them, and hurried home to hang out with my sweet boys and eat market goodies.
Today is Fathers Day, and someone on my Twitter stream was musing about whether she or her husband deserved the day off; June 21 is her birthday. I immediately thought, neither, isnt celebrating with family what these days are all about? but held my tongue (or fingers); maybe she just meant day off of cleaning the dishes.
Another dad I follow, though, said he thought Fathers Day was a day for dads to spend with their kids. I began to reflect that its far more common to give mom a day alone on her day, whereas its more common to have dad+kid activities on dads day. Given the long experience in our culture of domestic/career divisions with its conventionally-assumed distribution:moms making breakfast and folding laundry, dads putting on his tie and readying for a commute; these days have traditionally sought to change that dynamic for 24 hours.
But in our progressive 21st century culture, the facts have changed... right? Dads doing laundry, moms often commuting, but most of us still spend Mothers and Fathers Days the same as when we called our parents and (at least on TV). How is it in your house? Does dad celebrate by going on kid-tastic adventures, or does he go out and hang with his daddy friends? Or is it a big family barbecue -- and does dad man the grill or sit back and drink rootbeer floats (my own dads fave).

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Of course, NYT's Isabel Kershner is incapable of writing anything but crude and vulgar Israeli propaganda. That is her thing. But does she not top herself here: "Instead, Mr. Peres, 85, the last of Israels founding fathers in office, seems to have been reborn. Though he was often mocked here in the past as a serial election loser and has commanded less respect for his dovish political views at home than abroad, Mr. Peres is basking in more power and public acceptance than ever before. Youthful looking and elegantly attired, he says he now enjoys unprecedented popularity, which is almost embarrassing for me Im not used to it. He adds that he has discovered a new force, the tremendous good will of the people, which he says can be more powerful than government.His eminence has been bolstered by the advent of a predominantly conservative government in Israel and an innate sense among Israelis that such governments, though democratically elected, are harmful to the countrys image a feeling reinforced by the appointment of Avigdor Lieberman, a blunt and outspoken nationalist, as minister of foreign affairs. Now Mr. Peres, drawing on his considerable influence as an elder statesman and his seemingly boundless energy, is translating the novelty of public acceptance into practical clout.

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Get My Ex Girlfriend Back
Forget about the relationship for a while, and put your energy into something else. Go out, make friends, have fun, network, and forget about women in general. Set realistic goals for expanding your knowledge and skills in areas of meeting new people, improving conversation, and seduction.  Give yourself a couple of months and make some changes in your life for the better before asking “What can I do to get my ex girlfriend back?
The benefit of these strategies is that they will allow you to make gradual changes in your life, and in how you perceive the subject of relationships. After you have taken some time to focus on yourself, you should have a better idea of how to proceed with you ex.  Do you still want to get back together with her or are you ready to move on?  Once decided, take the appropriate actions.  If you still want to get back together with her, it might be time to figure out how she is feeling about you. 
It is critical that you play it cool as you embark on this endeavor.  Nothing will ruin your chances of getting your ex girlfriend back more then begging.  No one wants to be with someone who is desperate or overly emotional.  If you have spent enough time apart from her, she is probably missing you as badly as you are missing her.  Let her see your new confidence and the improvements you’ve made in your life during your time apart.  You will inspire her to rethink things once she sees how well you are doing without her.  
At this point in time it will become apparent if getting back together with your ex really is meant to be.  Try not to over analyze things as this often prevents men from acting appropriately while they are figuring out the correct approach to get their ex girlfriend back.  Simply play things cool and take them slow - you will be fine.

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I grunted and wriggled my ass a bit as his finger pressed deeper in the hole. I felt his finger very large for me to accommodate in my ass and thinking how his cock was going to fit in that tight space. May be his finger did not hurt but his cock was a lot bigger and thicker than his slender finger. He began working his finger in and out of my ass, finger fucking my ass. I buried my face in the pillow and moaned. The sliding of his finger in and out of my ass was erotic. I just moaned again as his second finger began to enter in my ass, stretching it little more. I was feeling uncomfortable but then slowly got used to his fingers.
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It's pretty clear that Michael Jackson was taking too many meds at the time of his death... but the real question is why?
MJ had 50 - yes, 50 - concerts in London coming up. His big comeback tour that was going to bring back in the money for him and everyone around him. But he had to have been feeling the pressure to perform, right?
Michael was so hopped up on drugs and his health was so poor, it seems highly unlikely that he could've made good on all fifty concert dates. So is that what pushed Jacko over the edge?
Maybe he made the commitment to perform due to of all his money problems, while secretly believing he'd never be able to follow through. Such a sad explanation... but what other reason is there.

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Happy Sunday everyone.  I hope you're having a lovely day.
For the last few Sundays we've been reading sections of Anonymous's story.  It looks like we're going to have to wait another week to learn how that story ends - sorry.  But hey, I've always been a big fan of suspense.
Lucky for us, we have an amazing story by a different guest author, Mr. Nice Guy.
"A long time ago, in a University far, far away… I was a geek. Well, OK, so I still am. On the other hand, I was a geek who girls have always felt safe with – you know, the guy who’s your best friend, who would never push his luck even when you’re drunk (and will mop up your vomit when you miss the sink), who’ll put you to bed when you can’t stand (and won’t look under your dress), who listens while you cry about your most recent bastard boyfriend (and isn’t looking down your bra). Yup, that was me – and still is.
On the other hand, I was on the Student Council. That’s what attracted PBFH to me: she liked men who were popular or in positions of power. Of course, I didn’t know this at the time – I quite unreasonably assumed she liked me for who I was.

We dated for a few months at University. It was a good time. We were almost complete opposites: I’m a very late developer who went to an all-boys school and had his first kiss at 19, while she was active in her early teens; I’m a computer geek and she was a playwright; I’m plain while she was a cheerleader. For me, this meant a whole host of new experiences – I learned about theatre and more about films, my love of language meant I could edit her work to help out, she got me exercising and eating better, and in bed, well… let’s just say I’d never experienced anything quite like it.

But somewhere, at the back of my mind, there was a little alarm going off. I was the one getting up early to type and edit her plays, so she could come along later and work on the next scene. Her parents were independently wealthy, but I still paid for just about everything. When she did pay for something, it was mostly to use her parents’ AmEx card and annoy them. Heck, I even paid for an overseas holiday for both of us, using my bank overdraft.

I convinced myself that this was normal, of course. I’d been brought up to respect women and to treat them right. By sacrificing some of the things I wanted to do, she was happier, so everything was good. Right up until the “yoghurts in the fridge moment.” That’s what made me realise just how selfish she was. There was a yoghurt left in the fridge, you see, and she ate it…

…without asking if I wanted it.

Now, you know as well as I do that – had she asked – I’d have happily let her have the yoghurt. No problem at all. But she didn’t ask. She just took it and ate it. From that moment on, I was suddenly a lot more aware of just how many things in our relationship were one-sided. All the work. All the effort. All the money. A lot of the love.

When I caught her cheating on me a couple of weeks later, I did something of which I’m still not very proud: I pretended to lose control. I trashed the entire apartment (except for my stereo and computer gear, of course) purely for effect: I’d guessed at least a week earlier that she was cheating and I was just waiting to catch her. The only thing that stopped me destroying everything in the apartment was the look of fear on her face. Even though she was the PBFH, I couldn’t scare her with physical violence – that simply wouldn’t be right.
So we broke up. I went away for a week just after the whole thing happened and, when I came back, you know what she’d done? She hadn’t just moved out. She’d taken a whole bunch of stuff with her and left me a bill for my half of the things she’d left behind, that we’d bought together. A bill. From an independently wealthy woman who cheated on her man to a guy who’d been faithful and who was living on a single baked potato for lunch every day because he couldn’t afford anything else. Lovely.

I learned a lot from PBFH and, in some bizarre way, I’m grateful. Not only for what she taught me about selfish women, and not for the two years of solitude it took to get over the pain of it. Not for finally being able to use the line “I’d like to bury the hatchet,,, in his head” when I saw her again and she asked how I felt about her man. And not even for the moment when we turned up at a University party at the same time and her man hid in the bar all night out of fear (I’m a pacifist, by the way, which makes it even funnier).

No, not for any of those things, but for the way she made sure that my next (and still current) relationship would last and would be based on healthy things like mutual respect, understanding and quite disgusting amounts of lurve!

So yes, I’m grateful. But then I also hope that, wherever she is, she’s in a lot of pain.

P.S. The abbreviation PBFH is used because I don’t like swearing. She is the Psycho Bitch From Hell, and the only person for whom I will use the B-word.

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Remember the pictures of these in your High School textbook? The moths appear in two variations of black and gray. Every student of biological evolution learns about peppered moths. Evolutions told us the story like this. There was a dramatic increase in dark forms of this species during the industrial revolution when factories poured out smoke and soot. This pollution darkened the tree trunks where moths hung out, thus making the lighter gray moths much more visible to bird predators. So, evolutionists told us that this resulted in a much larger population of darker moths, clearly pointing to a moth evolving. When it was realized that peppered moths don't actually perch on tree trunks in the wild, but instead perch in the upper canopy of trees, the famous pictures of gray and black peppered moths on tree trunks came into immediate question. It turned out that these photographs were staged by "Scientists". They glued the dead moths onto tree trunks. But just for a minute say that this did happen. This doesn't explain any thing about the theory of evolution they are still moths aren't they? and there was no new genetic material created in the gene pool was there? Why was this shoddy scientific research accepted in academia in the first place? Because Scientists desperately needed to believe in it to grasp onto something, anything, to prove Darwin's faulty theory of evolution.
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This post compares swedish relationships with american ones. Partly because we know a lot about the american way of behaving in relationships, thanks to the movies, and partly because the way we see over there is so different from here. (I'm waiting with the big Sweden-USA comparisation post for later.)

I would say that swedes, if they think about the subject, would say that their own people are more relaxed in close relationships than americans - in general, of course. And being relaxed is pretty crucial - in relationships and in life in general.

Americans think we behave like robots in the street. But that whole process with "meeting the parents", "dating" MORE than one person at a time and marriage seen as a dead serious thing make us think that americans behave like robots in relationships.

And close relationships are a lot more important than non-relationships with strangers in the street. In fact, if you have one real close relationship there might not be any need for something more.

It's the way of treating a beloved partner like a business partner that I don't understand. It was when I saw the movie "I love you, man" I decided to write something about this. In that one you could here "it's so hard finding a good man today". What the hell is a "good" man? Are we talking about a washing machine here, or what?

I'm far from done with this post, I just wanted to get it out right away.

But right now I have to mention that it is extremely rare with swedes dating more than one person at the same time. You either have a close relationship or no relationship.

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A medium ball, with good bounding qualities is the best for this game.
The player throws the ball on the ground and in the bound he strikes
it with the palm of his hand, sending it against the wall, above the
three foot line. The force must be enough to cause the ball to drop
outside the taw line. The next player uses his hand as a bat, and
sends the ball back against the wall in the same manner. He must hit
the ball on the first bound or before it has touched the earth. The
next player is ready to take his turn and strikes the ball on the
rebound, and so the game proceeds, until some one misses, or sends the
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We welcome all Queer people, friends and supporters in Delhi to join us for the Delhi Queer Pride on Sunday 28th June 2009. Join us in all your colourful splendour, bring along friends, lovers, family and lend your voice to the slogans that will reverberate in the streets of Delhi! Marching with us will be a brass band that will play our favourite tunes and some dhol wallas too.

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