In , Horkheimer turned his planetarium popularity into five-minute videos on WPBT-TV Channel 2 , in which he taught viewers about the stars and planets in his distinct, nasal voice.
He says Horkheimer was a favorite among inmates. They could still see the stars. His show opened up the sky to them. But with fame, Horkheimer also became a target. A thief robbed him at knifepoint in his home in A year later, a late-night astronomy event turned into a violent riot. He also gave shelter and money to people — often young men — in need, says Vasko Jontschev, who moved to Miami from Bulgaria in ; Horkheimer found him a job selling snacks at the planetarium.
Horkheimer stepped down from his job at the planetarium in January but kept producing the TV program from home. His health remained fragile. Then last spring, a year-old man allegedly recovered repressed memories of Horkheimer forcing oral sex upon him 35 years before. Attorney Adam Horowitz sent Horkheimer a letter on April 29 describing the intended lawsuit. Full text. Join the New Times community and help support independent local journalism in Miami. Get the latest updates in news, food, music and culture, and receive special offers direct to your inbox.
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The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate.
Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience.
There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known. If a human disagrees with you, let him live.
In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another. We are made of starstuff. To read is to voyage through time. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts still called "leaves" imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another.
It's a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you're inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you.
Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs.
Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic. The bamboozle has captured us. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back.
The scientist who looks at the universe with an open mind and accepts whatever the universe has to teach us, or somebody who says everything in this book must be considered the literal truth and never mind the fallibility of all the human beings involved?
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