to watch: Interstellar

Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

for more EASTER EGGs, read Wired

We are f*cked

While reviled and bashed by some, it still remains an interesting read; "10 Billion" by Stephen EMMOTT details the next decades' evolution of life on planet earth, pointing out some harsh truths that we seemingly WANT to keep on ignoring.

Finish it in a speed-read session and then reflect on his conclusions "we are f*cked".
Asked what the one thing would be to teach someone that could change the course of things, the answer is
"Teach my kids how to shoot a gun".

While you can, remain an optimist!
But it doesn't hurt sometimes to delve a bit deeper into realism...