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Engaged Science: Science and Public policy
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Monday, October 15, 2007. Science and Public policy. Abstracted from Luján, J.L. and Todt,O. (2007) "Precaution in public: the social perception of the role of science and values in policy making" Public Understanding of Science; 16; 97). Lets talk about this paper sometime.would love to know your views. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bringing the public back to science. Public Understanding and Public Participation in S. Engaging citizens in policy-making: information, c. Making an innovation sell.
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Engaged Science: Public Participation (Gene Rowe)
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Monday, October 15, 2007. Public Participation (Gene Rowe). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bringing the public back to science. Public Understanding and Public Participation in S. Engaging citizens in policy-making: information, c. Public Participation (Gene Rowe). Making an innovation sell. Science and Public policy. Association of British Science Writers. View my complete profile.
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Engaged Science: Engaging citizens in policy-making: information, consultation and public participation
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Monday, October 15, 2007. Engaging citizens in policy-making: information, consultation and public participation. PUMA Policy Brief No. 10 July 2001). Governments are in a crisis of identity, some would say legitimacy, with election turnouts low in many OECD countries and a widespread feeling of disenchantment among citizens with government and the democratic process. Can governments do something to change this? Link to Policy Brief. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bringing the public back to science.
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Randomosity: Poem: Trade
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Saturday, September 29, 2012. Everything that I am. All that I believe in. If it means you are here. Even if I do not get to see you,. Or know you,. They can have anything. Because this is too hard. My heart is breaking. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Something you would like to say? Please post a comment, or email me. The Reason Project: Newsfeed. Follow me on Twitter. Things I have waffled about before. FEEDJIT Live Traffic Feed. Go on, click the links. clickity click. And then there was me.
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Randomosity: Poem: Billy
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Wednesday, September 19, 2012. It was not that kind of loss. Not like those gone before who left me,. Breathless and broken in my grief. Someone took me to one side and whispered it. You had succumbed at last to the dying,. That everyone knew was coming. Quietly sad, I thought about about. Laughing with you while we smoked outside. Snatches of your life told to me in illicit puffing. This shared habit having us hide out back in the rain. You reminded me of my grandad,. Of an older Ireland and men. I am t...
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Randomosity: Suicide Awareness Day
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Sunday, September 9, 2012. Tomorrow, 10 September, is national suicide awareness day and I'd like to talk about losing my friend to suicide. As the days passed the story became more confused. We discovered that she had passed away at home, and that she had died on New Years Eve. Even then, knowing her as we did we never imagined that she had taken her own life. She had seemed so happy, when we heard what had actually happened the shock was immense. I am not angry now, our anger in that moment can be unde...
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Randomosity: Poem: Baile Atha Cliath
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Wednesday, June 27, 2012. Poem: Baile Atha Cliath. It was the marching. Heavy boots thumping through. What was once my city,. But a lot has changed here. Since the last march. Sing ‘rare ole times’. And lighters five for fifty. 8216;till your throat is raw,. It still won’t come back. And be our town again. They thought hatred was orange. But it was only a way to mourn. What the tiger consumed. To bring us here. Where we should not be. It reminded us of what we lost. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Randomosity: Poem: An Irish Story
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Wednesday, May 9, 2012. Poem: An Irish Story. This is not a sad story,. This is something else,. A small voice saying she is worth more but another going,. 8216;ah go on, who do you think you are anyway? Its Fr Ryan, and her Da and one particularly cruel teacher. Who used to take the ruler to her with no provocation. She is adept at pretending,. The kids sitting outside the pub on Sundays. And calling that an outing. She loves them practically,. Clean knickers and (mostly) full bellies,. Dragging them up,.
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Randomosity: Poem: Mont Saint-Michel
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Tuesday, August 7, 2012. I n the brochure they promised a spiritual experience,. Doubtful but I climbed the steps, scoffed at tacky shops,. Complained my legs hurt, but liked the shape of it. The imposing majesty of buildings growing from the rock. I wandered the maze of rooms with the crowds,. Blinked at the impossible beauty of human endeavor,. That runs in a wheel to lift supplies to make monument. To the story of a dragon slaying angel. I wandered the cloisters and for one moment was alone. Sense Abo...
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Randomosity: Poem: An Ordinary Day
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Saturday, July 7, 2012. Poem: An Ordinary Day. How is it that it was just an ordinary day? I sat on the couch and drank coffee. Reading one of the Brontes, again. For breakfast I had slightly burnt toast. That left crumbs all over the floor,. Showered and dressed and went outside. To sit in the sun with more coffee and books. A precious day off, a day with no urgency. Leaving me relaxed and calm and contented. I tipped my head back, closed my eyes. And basked in the rare bliss of Irish sunshine. I am the...
