Graduated receives paper publication award

September 26, 2017. Our graduate, Patrick Kalyabanyama, was awarded with a Paper Publication Award from the Zambia Research and Development Centre. His paper, “Fighting Counterfeit Drugs Using Information Communication Technology (Fcdict) – Zambian Experience,” was selected for publication in the category of Computer and Information Sciences in the 2017 International Multi-Disciplinary Conference held from 23rd to 25th of August, 2017 in Lusaka. Patrick Kalyabanyama has completed a Master’s program in Social Sciences in Atlantic International University.

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Book

September 19, 2017. One of our graduates, Rowan Van Dyk, published a book titled: “Why Great Leaders Are Catalysts,” and it is available on Amazon. You can find it on the following link: www.amazon.com/dp/ B0733H16X2/ This is an overview of his work: “Want to change the way you lead? Are you really a leader or are just administrating and controlling? Be honest with yourself and find out the truth behind the Leadership Formula.

As Christians, you will find how to lead others and find the original message that Jesus founded the faith of Christianity on.”

Rowan Van Dyk has completed a Doctorate program in Business Administration at Atlantic International University.

Graduated with Honors

September-October, 2017. These graduate students completed the majority of the requirements to obtain honors which included a 4.0 GPA, published works, recommendation from their respective advisors, patent a product, etc. Congratulations!

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AIU accepts award

October 10, 2017. In the first ASIC International Conference 2017 celebrated in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia this past September, AIU was honored to accept the ASIC Award for Outstanding Contribution to International Education. AIU has always strived to provide top quality education to all of our students via Distance Learning since 1979. This award form ASIC (Accreditation Service for International Schools, Colleges & Universities) aims to celebrate excellence in international education. Atlantic International University proudly teaches students from all over the globe by providing a high quality online academic experience through our Andragogy and Open Curriculum key components with the support of our uniquely modern and user-friendly student portal, renowned faculty, extensive online library, and many other components such as MyAIU elements for personal growth, AIU TV & Radio, social platform, MyAIU magazine, career center, and much more. By offering schedule flexibility, and affordability, AIU is able to assist its global student body in positively accomplishing their undergraduate and graduate degrees. All our programs are taught in three languages: English, Spanish, and Portuguese, allowing for a very diverse international student population. Likewise, AIU celebrates Graduation Ceremonies twice a year in the United States, gathering students from over 65 different countries. This is a brilliant example of Internationalization implemented through online education. Atlantic International University is proud to have accepted this award and have participated in the first ASIC International Conference 2017 in Malaysia and looks forward to keep working closely with ASIC, and to continue upholding the core values that make AIU unique and its students globally successful.

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Samuel Ansah
Bachelor of Telecom. Engineering
August 7, 2017

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“Studying at AIU is one of the most wonderful things that has happen to me. Combining work and studies together was one of my biggest challenge in life. But with Atlantic International University’s self-pace and Nontraditional education, I was able to design and customize my curriculum based on my education, professional experience and, most importantly, I did not have to repeat courses I did in the past. The university have a wonderful online library equipped with lots of books and articles to aid in research projects and studies. Tutors are always willing to assist; direct and answer any question you may have at any point in time. I also love AIU’s level of seriousness in all aspect. Achieving a degree with AIU is a great turning point in my life and career. I am looking forward to experience more of AIU during my Master’s program.
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Prakash Chandra Ghimire
Doctor of Renewable and Sust. Energy
August 18, 2017

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“AIU provided me with a personalized learning opportunity that aligned with the idea that education systems must move away from ‘one-sizefits- all’ model to ‘tailor-made model’ for specific case. There was a complete reversing of the logic of education systems as it was built around me, the learner, rather than me being required to fit with the system. The learning system at AIU embraced diversity and forged new partnerships –all fueled by disciplined innovation and new technologies. I am happy that the learning system focused on my potential and the importance of effective teaching in realizing that potential. It would have been difficult for me to learn effectively as a spectator, as passive recipient of pre-packaged, bitesized pieces of knowledge delivered to me by experts. The approach of learning at AIU called for my active engagement in the whole process and the more I learnt, the more I was capable of learning. It helped me to understand my own potential and capabilities and become confident, competent and independent thinker and learner. ...

Ezekiel Shungu
Bachelor of Marketing
August 22, 2017

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“Though geographical distance separated me from meeting my tutors in USA, the internet solved the challenge by bringing us together in Atlantic International University Online classrooms and offices where I could mix and mingle with my tutors and classmates. It was a fantastic period indeed. I liked the way my tutors could respond to my problems and questions. All was fantastic indeed. I really love it and do not hesitate to encourage all people who are thirsty of uplifting their academic profile and work status to make hay whilst the sun is still shining at AIU. I discovered that at AIU the sky is the limit to anyone who have the zeal to learn and bread themselves in this oven of Online learning University. The university offers multiple of scholarships which comes as an assisting hand to the less privileged people from less developing countries like mine, Zimbabwe. This makes it very realistic to earn an accredited degree from USA at very minimum cost.
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Geoffrey Henock Mbuzi
Master of Business Administration
August 29, 2017

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“In one of my weekend free time I was reading one of our local daily newspapers and came across the advert of AIU to which I jokingly responded with very little hope of getting what I had thought of in my lifetime the Masters Degree. Little did I know about the timeliness and motivating response from Atlantic International University. In two days’ time there came a response from academic department motivating me to pursue my master’s program. This was followed by a phone call encouraging me not to waste my valuable time to shape my future. That was the beginning of my career to upgrade myself to be one of the reputable and influential leaders in my community and society at large. It was amazing to note that when I thought all is lost due to some unforeseen circumstances such as the flush floods and later the death of my dear wife during my study period, which apparently had seriously affected me and almost made me to give up my interest to do masters. ...
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Ambassador’s Daughter

Script written by Thomson Ng’ambi | Master of Legal Studies | Part 1/2

I was only five, but I remember everything about that night. Natalie and I were jumping on the bed, giggling and hitting each other with pillows. All of a sudden, she put her finger to her lips and told me to hush. (Just because she was six minutes older, she thought she could boss me around.) When I stopped squealing, I heard quiet popping noises. They got louder and louder. Within minutes, someone was pounding on our front door. I had no idea what was going on. Oh, we’d overheard stories. People said living in Africa was dangerous, that even though our dad was an ambassador and we lived on a compound, my parents should think about Natalie and me. Mom would always give me a hug and tell me not to worry. Daddy would tousle my hair, say Jesus was taking care of us, and send me off to play. I figured there was nothing to worry about. With all the banging, I had a feeling that night would be different. My sister tiptoed over to our bedroom door and put her ear against it. Despite my objections, Natalie opened the door just far enough to squeeze through. Then she crept to the top of the steps. She whispered, “Daddy’s telling Mommy not to cry. He’s telling her everything will be OK.” Those are the last words I heard my sister say because she flew down the stairs. I, on the other hand, dove under the bed. No matter how hard I pressed my hands to my ears, I couldn’t block out the yelling and the crying. I heard Daddy say he wouldn’t go to the U.N. if the soldiers left my mom and Natalie alone. I could hear Mom begging them to stop. I remember biting my lip so I wouldn’t call out. The voices got quieter. Suddenly, there were three loud bangs. For a moment, everything was perfectly still. One of the soldiers started yelling at the others, telling them to find the computer files. There was a lot of banging and crashing. “It’s not here!” That’s when I heard one of the most terrifying sounds ever. Someone was stomping up the stairs. I curled up in a ball —and waited. I heard the hinges creak as he pushed the door open. Then, before the soldier came into my room, one of the others called out, “I found it! Let’s get going. We’ve got a lot more to do before we head back to camp.” When I finally went downstairs, it was awful. Daddy’s books and CDs were scattered all over the living room. Every drawer was open. Every cupboard. It was scary walking around the blood at the bottom of the stairs. I ran from room to room, but couldn’t find anyone… until I went into the kitchen.

I was only five, and for a long time I couldn’t remember what happened that night. But it all came back to me. Lisa and I were playing in our room, laughing and jumping on the bed. She loved that. It made her feel brave. Brave is not a word I would use to describe my sister. Sometimes I needed her to be brave, but she never was. Silly girl, even when I told her what to do, she wouldn’t do it —except that night. I told her to stop hitting me with the pillow and be quiet. I don’t know why she chose right then to listen to me, but she did. We heard popping noises that got louder and louder. Soon, soldiers were banging on the door. I told Lisa what Father said to Mother. “Don’t worry…” Boy! Was he wrong! I always had to know what was going on. I couldn’t stand to be left out. And if I suspected someone was keeping a secret from me… Let’s just say I wouldn’t give up until I found out what it was. That night was no different. Curiosity got the best of me. I snuck out into the hall. Then, without thinking, I ran down the stairs. There, stood the biggest, most frightening man! He wore camouflage gear and had black stripes on his face. He was holding the biggest gun I’d ever seen. The soldiers kept yelling at my father. They wanted him to give them something. When Father said he didn’t know what they were talking about, the leader had a fit. He grabbed Mother by the hair. He threatened to do all sorts of horrible things to her —and to me, if my father didn’t cooperate. Father begged them to leave us alone, finally promising not to go to the U.N. They didn’t listen.

I rarely left the compound, but I didn’t know what else to do. Soon, I was outside the gates. I walked until it got dark. I was so tired, I didn’t even feel scared. Normally, I was terrified of the dark. Natalie loved to sneak out of the house after we’d been tucked in. Occasionally, she would talk me into exploring with her. I was glad our door squeaked. It was the perfect excuse for staying in our room. Eventually, I couldn’t walk any farther. I saw a pile of garbage beside the road and hid behind it. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I just wanted to rest for a few minutes, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Just before dawn, I woke up to the rumble of Jeeps passing by. I peeked out from behind my “fort” and saw truck after truck filled with soldiers. I clamped my hands over my mouth to keep from crying out. I waited for a long time after the last truck disappeared. When I risked standing up, I saw a long line of people coming down the road. Most of them were women and children. I fell into step at the back of the line, hoping no one would notice. If my clothes hadn’t been so dirty and rumpled, they would have set me apart. At least I had the right coloured skin. We walked all day. No one said a word. Even though there was nothing to eat or drink, I kept going. I didn’t want to be left alone. Besides, the soldiers might come back. I never wanted to see another soldier again. The sun was going down when I saw a camp of some kind up ahead. It didn’t take long to get close enough to see what it was. More children. More women. There were even some old men. It was my new home.

Someone grabbed me from behind. He clamped his huge hand over my mouth. I kicked and flung my arms wildly. I even tried to bite him, but it didn’t work. My father begged them to leave Mother alone, to let me go. One of the soldiers was holding a gun to my father’s head, but I still wanted him to do more than talk. Why didn’t he give them what they wanted? Why didn’t he fight back? “Quit your squirming, you little brat!” the soldier who was holding me hissed in my ear. I didn’t stop. He must have gotten tired of it because he threw me over his shoulder, spun around and stomped out of the house. He tossed me in the back of the Jeep that was parked by our front door. I hit my head, and everything went dark. It must have been hours before I woke up. The sun was rising. When I did come to, there was a dirty bandana stuffed in my mouth. My hands were tied behind my back. I would have tried to jump out of the truck, but I ached all over. Plus, there must have been a dozen soldiers crammed in there with me. I struggled to sit up. A few of them glanced at me, but they continued talking. The cigarette smoke was so thick, it made me gag. I got up on my knees and looked over the tailgate. I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was my sister. I remember asking myself, “Where am I? What is Lisa doing behind a pile of garbage?” She didn’t see me. She was curled up in a ball, not even looking in my direction. It would have made me feel better if she’d at least seen me. I couldn’t help it; the tears started to run down my cheeks. “Stop crying, kid. It won’t do you any good.” I wanted to go over and kick him, but of course I didn’t. Someone would have stopped me. The truck was bouncing too badly, anyway. Just then, my stomach growled. You would have thought there was nothing funnier in the world. Every man in that truck burst out laughing. I flung myself at the nearest soldier, but he pushed me down and grabbed a piece of the same rough rope that was cutting into my wrists. He tied my ankles together. After several hours, the trucks came to a stop. The soldier closest to the back of the Jeep dragged me out and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of dirty laundry. I looked around at the camp that would become my home.

Before that moment, I didn’t really understand what it was like to be poor. It sounds crazy. After all, I lived in Africa. People around the world knew how things were, but not me. Now I realize how much our parents protected us. We lived behind the compound walls. It was like living in a fortress. Nothing bad could ever happen. At least that’s what I’d thought. In the camp, I was surrounded by naked, dirty boys and girls. Many of the older children wore clothes that were tattered and stained. Shirts hung from bony shoulders but couldn’t cover their round, bloated bellies. I looked down at my silk pajamas and felt strange. I thought of all the pretty dresses and play clothes in my closet at home. I doubt if any of those children ever dreamed of having such nice things. A filthy girl… She didn’t look any older than I was, but I learned later that she was 12. Anyway, she grabbed at my shirt. It frightened me. Where was Natalie? She would have protected me. I looked around. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. All of a sudden, Josh appeared. He was almost six feet tall. He looked like a grown up to me, but he was only 14. Like I said, Josh was just there. He gave the girl a look and spoke her name. She pulled her hand back as if my pajamas were on fire. She hung her head and slunk away. I looked up at him. I didn’t know who I was more afraid of. At least the girl was my size. Then Josh looked down at me and smiled. That smile made me a little less frightened. The days went by. I saw more than any little girl should see. I saw more than anyone should see. I thought about the time I’d stubbed my toe… Stubbed my toe? Crazy, huh? You would have thought the world was coming to an end. I hollered and carried on. Mom came running. She gathered me in her arms and rocked me until I felt better. In the camp, I watched moms with their babies. They would sit there, holding their children, and stare off into space. No tears. No emotion on their faces. I remembered when my grandma and grandpa came to visit from the States. They brought all kinds of presents: books, toys, clothes. There were some old men and women at the camp. Some of them probably had grandchildren, but they had no gifts to give. They couldn’t even play with the children. Not that anyone felt like playing. With no moms or dads, no grandmas or grandpas who could take care of them, no wonder the children did awful things just to get some food or an old, torn blanket. I’ll never forget the smell of the camp. Once, our cook forgot to put away all the groceries. She got busy doing something else, and a package of meat sat on the counter all day. When Natalie saw it, she said, “Let’s make supper.” I didn’t want to. Our parents always told us how dangerous it was in the kitchen. The sharp knives. The hot stove. But Natalie didn’t care. Once she got it in her head that she wanted to do something, she almost always did it—or at least tried. When she opened the meat, we both coughed and gagged. I had never smelled anything so awful. That smell, however, was nothing compared to the smell in the camp. Many people were sick, and some of them smelled even worse than the rotten meat. Life in the camp was like being trapped in a nightmare that didn’t end. But Josh was always there. When I didn’t think my stomach had ever hurt so badly, he’d bring me food. I never knew where he’d gotten it. Maybe from the Red Cross truck that came by sometimes. Maybe from someone who tried to hide it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. I’d seen boys —and girls— beaten up for a scrap of bread. When I was thirsty, Josh found water. Sure it was warm and dirty most of the time, but it was all there was. He even scrounged some paper and the stub of a pencil from somewhere. I loved to draw. It didn’t take long to forget my soft bed and all my pretty things. It scared me, but I even began to stop thinking about my sister. Josh became my protector. I never saw him hurt anyone. He took care of lots of us, but it seemed all the mean kids stayed away from him. Maybe it was because he was so big. Maybe it was something else. A few weeks after I went to live in the camp, I got the courage to ask him why he was so kind to me. “My parents were missionaries. They taught me it was important to care about others. My mom taught children to read and write. My dad helped people in remote areas dig wells and build huts for their families. Plus, I know how you feel. I had folks who loved me —and a little brother— before the soldiers came.” He didn’t need to say anymore. I knew how he felt about the soldiers. Now, Josh was my family and the camp, my home.

Home? Yeah, right! The man carrying me tossed me into the nearest tent. I didn’t want to, but I cried out when I hit the hard dirt. I hurt all over, but I didn’t want to admit it. I also didn’t want to admit that I was scared. I always saw myself as the brave one. My captor snickered, turned and left me alone. I lay there for a few minutes, fighting off tears. Then I sat up and brushed off my pajamas. I tried to at least. The more I brushed, the dirtier they got. My hands were covered in dirt and oil. What did it matter? My stomach growled, and I realized I had to find something to eat. I crept to the front of the tent and carefully pushed back the flap. “What do you think you’re doing?” A man with a gun at his hip and a knife strapped to his leg was right outside the tent. I stood up tall, took a deep breath and did my best not to let my voice waver. “I… I’m hungry. I would like something to eat.” Before I could stop myself I added, “Please.” (Mother always insisted we use our manners.) The soldier smiled and shook his head. He gestured to another who was standing nearby. “Her majesty would like her dinner now.” The other man laughed, but headed off to find me something to eat. The days dragged on. Fear was soon replaced by boredom. Once sometimes twice a day, I got something to eat. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t all that bad either. Plus, there was always clean water to drink. Each day there was a different guard outside my tent. Most of them ignored me, but there was one who was nice to me. If no one was around, Chibote would come into the tent and talk. He even played games with me, games he said he used to play with his daughter. One day I asked him where she was. He looked away for a moment then turned back. I would have been frightened by the look in his eyes, but there were tears there as well as anger. “They took her away from me. They came into my house one night when I was away. My wife and my baby daughter…” Then he stood up, wiped his eyes with the back of his hands, and left me alone to wonder what had happened to his family.

I remember asking, “But can’t we find homes for all the boys and girls?” “I’m so sorry, Lisa, but we can’t do that.” It was six months after I’d gone to live in the camp. One morning, Josh woke me up and pointed in the direction of the strangers. Then he just walked away. The woman’s clothes reminded me of my mom’s. The man’s suit made me think of my dad when he went off to meetings at the U.N. I looked down at my clothes and tried to remember what they’d once looked like. The woman spotted me. When she started walking toward me, I almost ran away, but instead, I stood perfectly still. “Lisa, honey, is that you?” I nodded my head. “I’m Lisa.” “Over here,” she called to the man in the suit. “I’ve found her.” When she got close, I looked down at my feet and asked, “Who are you? How do you know my name?” “Sweetheart, your daddy’s friends sent us to look for you. We’ve been looking everywhere.” “Hello, Lisa,” the man said. “We’ve come to take you home.” “I don’t have a home anymore,” I whispered. The woman took a deep breath. When she spoke, it sounded like she was going to cry. “We know. But there’s a very nice couple who wants you to come and stay with them.” That’s when I asked the question about the other children. As I walked to the big black car, I looked over my shoulder. “What about Josh? He’s my best friend. Can he come with us?” The man opened the car door for me. “We can’t take anyone but you, Lisa.” The lady walked to the other side of the car and got in. I looked around one last time. I wanted a family. To sleep in a bed. To have enough to eat and drink. To change my clothes. But I wanted to take my friends with me, especially Josh. Then I caught a glimpse of the bottle of water and the cupcake the lady was offering me. I shrugged my shoulders and cocked my head. “It’s your sixth birthday, Lisa.” Slowly, I climbed into the car. I ate the cupcake and drank every drop of water. Then I fell asleep. The car was so comfortable, and for the first time in months, I felt safe. When I woke up, I was leaning against my rescuer’s arm. I was embarrassed and quickly sat up, but she didn’t seem to mind. She just pointed out the window at a big house and said, “We’re here.” I had never seen such a beautiful home. It was even bigger than ours. A very pretty white woman came running down the front steps. Even from inside the car, I could see the tears running down her cheeks. She pulled open the door. I scooted away from her and bumped into the woman sitting beside me. “Oh, precious, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She took a few steps back from the car. “I’m Mrs. James. Do you remember me? My husband and I came to your house for supper a couple of times.” I looked at her for a few minutes, and then nodded my head. She held out her hand, and I inched out of the car. When we got inside, I could hardly believe my eyes. Everything was perfect. There were pictures on the walls. Pictures of smiling, happy children. “They’re our children, Lisa. But they’re all grown up now. They live in the United States.” She pointed to other pictures. “And these are our grandchildren. We miss them very much.” “I miss my mommy and my daddy. I miss my sister, too.” It looked like she was going to cry again, but instead, she swallowed hard and said, “Let’s get you cleaned up. My husband will be home soon, and we can have a special supper. It will be your birthday celebration. OK?” I smiled shyly and nodded my head. That day I had a bath. I put on clean clothes. And I ate supper at a table with real silverware. I could only eat a little before my stomach began to ache. The woman who had found me gave me a quick hug. She and the man left, and I was alone in that big house with my new family. How could it be real? It must be a dream. And speaking of dreams… That night I woke up screaming. Soldiers. My mom. My dad. Natalie. Hiding. The camp. Josh reaching out to me. Mrs. James came running. She gathered me in her arms and rocked me. She rubbed my back and sang a song —a song my mom used to sing when I got scared. Maybe I would be OK, after all.

Chibote watched out for me. When I was hungry, he brought extra food. When I was thirsty, he made sure I had water. When I didn’t think I could be any more bored, he brought me a stack of paper and a handful of pencils. Lisa was the one who liked to draw, but at least it was something to do. I kept track of the days, making a mark on one of the sheets every morning when I woke up. Two days after I mentioned I felt silly wearing pajamas all the time, there were two shirts and a couple of pairs of pants at the end of my cot. I often wondered where clothes my size had come from, but I never asked. There was no guard outside my door eight days after I was brought to the camp. Chibote came to tell me I could wander around if I wanted. He pointed at a large tent and said I must never go anywhere near it. He also warned me not to leave the camp. Then he was called away, and I just stood there. Normally, I would have been excited. I loved to explore, but something held me back. I knew I didn’t belong there. For the first five nights, I’d cried myself to sleep. After that, the tears just seemed to dry up. I dreamt of my family, but none of my dreams made any sense to me. I screamed once, but I was told never to do that again. When a large man with a gun flung over his shoulder, wearing military khakis tells you to shut up, you shut up. I began to wander around the camp. I was timid at first, but when all the men ignored me, I became bolder. The weeks went by, and I learned about every corner of that camp, on my side of the tent at least. When I would get too close to the perimeter, someone would scowl at me and point in the opposite direction. As adventurous —or foolhardy— as I became, I never went near the tent in the center of camp. Chibote’s warning ensured that. The months passed. Life in the camp became my reality. Chibote wasn’t the only one who paid attention to me. One morning, just after dawn, Banda burst into my tent. “Happy birthday, Recruit.” Recruit? I didn’t get it. “Get dressed. It’s time for your training to begin.” I had no idea what he had in mind, but I scrambled out of bed and put on my clothes. When I poked my head out of the tent, he shoved the handle of a pistol in my face. “Take this.” I shook my head. “When your superior officer gives you an order, you do as you’re told. Get it?” “Um, OK.” The gun was heavier than I expected. I just stared at it in my hand. “Come with me.” He began to walk away, and I had no choice but to follow. “And from now on, when I tell you to do something, the only thing I want to hear is ‘Yes, Sir!’ Understand?” I nodded. Banda stopped and took me by the shoulders. “What are you supposed to say?” “Yes, Sir,” I whispered. “I didn’t hear you.” I stood up straight and looked him in the eye. I blinked back the tears. I wouldn’t let him get the best of me. “Yes, Sir!” “That’s better.” Before he turned away, I thought I saw the hint of a smile. Every day, I learned something new. I began to become a soldier. At first, it scared me, but then it was like a game. I learned to shoot. I learned to read maps. I learned to carry a backpack that seemed almost as heavy as I was. The soldiers became my family, and the camp became my home.
To be continued

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How to solve

...the biggest mystery in Physics.

Suppose aliens land on our planet and want to learn our current scientific knowledge. I would start with the 40-year-old documentary Powers of Ten. Granted, it’s a bit out of date, but this short film, written and directed by the famous designer couple Charles and Ray Eames, captures in less than 10 minutes a comprehensive view of the cosmos. Original story reprinted with permission from Quanta Magazine, an editorially independent publication of the Simons Foundation whose mission is to enhance public understanding of science by covering research developments and trends in mathematics and the physical and life sciences. The script is simple and elegant. When the film begins, we see a couple picnicking in a Chicago park. Then the camera zooms out. Every 10 seconds the field of vision gains a power of 10 —from 10 meters across, to 100, to 1,000 and onward. Slowly the big picture reveals itself to us. We see the city, the continent, Earth, the solar system, neighboring stars, the Milky Way, all the way to the largest structures of the universe. Then in the second half of the film, the camera zooms in and delves into the smallest structures, uncovering more and more microscopic details. We travel into a human hand and discover cells, the double helix of the DNA molecule...

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Infants can see more

Over time, our brains start filtering out details.

When babies are just three to four months old, they can pick out image differences that adults never notice. But after the age of five months, the infants lose their supersight abilities, reports Susana Martinez- Conde for Scientific American. Don’t get too jealous of the superior discrimination that infants have however: The reason adults —or even babies older than about eight months— don’t have it is because over time, our brains learn what differences are important to notice. For example, when adults look at the images of a snail they typically say that glossy snail A and and glossy snail B are the most similar. The matte-looking snail C seems to be the outlier. But a baby can tell that snail B and snail C are actually more similar. Though it is hard for adults to see, snail A stands out from the others —the surface of the snail reflects very different lighting conditions. Babies are more sensitive to that seemingly trivial image difference. “[W]e learn to ignore certain types of differences so that we can recognize the same object as unchanging in many varied scenarios,” writes Martinez-Conde. Researchers based in Tokyo, Japan explored this ability of very young children by testing 42 infants between the ages of three to eight months old. Since these babies can’t yet talk, the researchers tracked their perception of images based on how long the babies stared at each image. Previous research has shown that when a baby sees something they consider new, they stare longer; objects they are familiar with only merit a passing glance.

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Moths and cicadas

These oversized moths and insects by Yumi Okita are constructed with fabric, embroidery thread, fake fur, wire, and feathers. The Raleigh-based artist makes each piece by hand, creating faithful interpretations of actual insects like the Oleander Hawk Moth or the Peacock Butterfly. You can see many of her most recent creations on Etsy.

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Molekule

The world’s first molecular air purifier.

After 20 years of research and development, Molekule breaks down harmful microscopic pollutants like allergens, mold, bacteria, viruses and even airborne chemicals. Destroys, doesn’t collect. Fully eradicates pollutants instead of simply trapping them, so that nothing stays alive on the filter. Any size. Destroys pollutants regardless how small, including those 1000x times smaller than what HEPA (another filter) can collect. Full spectrum. Only product that eliminates the full range of indoor pollutants, including volatile organic compounds and viruses.

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