This week we barely scratch the surface on a topic very close to Bryan’s heart: Theatre. Join us as Eric, Bryan, and Special Guest Kaila Prins explore the fascinating history of one of the world’s most dynamic artforms. Listen, subscribe, and follow us on Facebook, or Twitter @Nerdonomy!
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When we were all children, we had dreams. Some kids promise that when they grow up, they will become astronauts. Some kids even innocently swear they will become dinosaurs upon adulthood. Me? I wanted to be Batman. Even other 4 to 5-year-olds laughed at this concept. And yet, I was not deterred. Of course, even at 4 years old, I was a rational individual who understood it would take millions of dollars, and virtually limitless resources, but even more importantly, the right amount of know-how.
Nerds on Film
Episode No. 70 — Mel Brooksuary: I Was Going To Make Espresso
The month of Mel Brooksuary continues with The Nerds welcoming special guest Roxi Nobari to talk about Mel Brooks’ masterpiece Young Frankenstein.
After a rousing conversation about which dead cinematic character we’d bring back to life, we launched into a fabulous discussion over what is arguably Mel Brook’s masterpiece: Young Frankenstein.
So what’s big, rocky, round and sits between Mars and Jupiter? If you’re scratching your head right now, don’t worry. Your 7th grade science teacher didn’t teach you about it because it wasn’t deemed worthy, but there is something out there.
On January 1, 1801, the Mathematician, Astronomer, and Catholic priest of the Theatine order, Father Giuseppe Piazzi, made a startling discovery. An object first thought to be a star (one of 7,646 that he cataloged in his career) was observed moving against a field of its fixed cosmic kin. To verify his findings Piazzi spent 3 more days making observations. What had he found? Well according to him it must have been a comet – a large ball of dust and ice, traveling through the solar system like a cosmic drifter. Only that’s what he felt comfortable telling the public. His instincts told a different story, as we can tell from a letter sent to his friend, Barnaba Oriani: