One of mine too. He was kind enough to reply to a letter written by one of
my sons after seeing the film about the Burgess Shale fauna which contained
a drawing of one of the weird creatures. He not only managed to identify
what itr was from the sketch of a five year old but provided all sorts of
interesting bits of information about it too. We use his short piece about
the median not being the message in our statistics course but I guess his
luck ran out.
----- Original Message -----
From: "Mike Cole" <mcole@weber.ucsd.edu>
To: <xmca@weber.ucsd.edu>
Sent: Tuesday, May 21, 2002 5:16 PM
Subject: Gone, but not forgotten
>
> Last night I learned of the death of Steve Gould. He was/is one of
> my personal heroes.
>
> His chapter in Ontogeny and Phylogeny on the history of scientific
> rascism is an entire college education in a single chapter.
>
> When he had cander 20 years ago, he and I were corresponding. We shared
> an interest in folk music, and in particular, in the way Pete Seeger
> sang this song.
>
> In rememberence. Damn it.
> mike
> ------
> The water is wide, I cannot get o'er,
> And neither have I wings to fly,
> O, go and get me some little boat,
> To carry o'er my true love and I.
>
> A-down in the meadow the other day,
> A-gath'ring flowers both fine and gay,
> A-gath'ring flowers both red and blue,
> I little thought what love can do.
>
> I put my hand into some soft bush,
> Thinking the fairest flower to pluck;
> I pricked my finger unto the bone
> And left the fairest flower alone.
>
> I leaned my back against some oak,
> Thinking it was a trusty tree,
> But first he bended and then he broke,
> And so my true love proved false to me.
>
> There is a ship sailing on the sea,
> She's loaded deep as deep can be;
> But not so deep as in love I am,
> I care not whether I sink or swim.
>
>
> Where love is planted, O, there it grows,
> It grows and blossoms like the rose.
> It has a sweet and pleasant smell
> No flow'r on earth can it excel.
>
> Must I be bound, O, and she go free,
> Must I love one that cannot love me ?
> Why must I play such a childish part,
> And love a girl that will break my heart ?
>
> O, love is handsome and love is fine,
> And love is charming when it is true;
> As it grow older, it groweth colder,
> And fades away like the morning dew.
>
>
>
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