Within thirty years, we will have the technological means to create superhuman intelligence.
I have no plan to retire anytime soon, although remember I am 50 years old!
At 6 years old I knew there was no place for me.
Of late years (perhaps as a result of our political changes) art has borrowed from history more than ever.
Think of the earth as a living organism that is being attacked by billions of bacteria whose numbers double every forty years. Either the host dies, or the virus dies, or both die.
There is no reason inherent in the real resources available to us why we cannot move rapidly within the next two or three years to a state of genuine full employment.
But for the first time in many years, I get to sleep in my own bed every night. I haven't done that, literally, in years. It seems like such a small thing, but it is so nice.
It's like first grade where you make all your mistakes and people see it and yet some people see that there's something there that's really valuable. That's the way it went for more than 2 years almost 3 years of playing.
If you're asking if my breasts are natural, yes, this is how I've looked since I was 13 years old.
Nine years after I had my own accident, I find that in trying to go back to doing those things that I used to do just doesn't fit. Everything seems to just fall apart. I don't know why but I think it is because I am this new creature.
I always did each show for about two years. So if you play the music, it just comes back to me.
I can always remember the dances, even from shows I did 40 years ago.
I think that's unjustified criticism. We have had a number of measures in place in this country for several years to mitigate the possibility of mad cow spreading in this country. We have found a single case.
We've all learned about this disease since it was first discovered several years ago in Europe. And so I think we've learned from the European experience.
Looking back across the years, so many pictures flash on the screen of my memory that just as I begin to see one clearly, another slides in, blotting out the first, itself to be pushed aside by the next and the next and the next.