January 2011
5 posts
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless...
“I can’t die. It would ruin my image.”
– Jack LaLanne, 1914-2011
“Beginning, perhaps, from the reasonable perspective that absolute objectivity is...”
– Ted Koppel, Washington Post, 11/14/10
