Computational Origami
Open your eyes and believe. Haha, truly fascinating.


pic via nytimes.com

Meanwhile somewhere above the Mojave desert, freshly, and uniquely crowned private astronaut and veteran test pilot Mike Melvill had what he described as almost a religious experience. He said it felt like touching the face of God, a reference to the poem High Flight by Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee, Jr,

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 halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

I particularly liked this report. posted by ubaid - Monday, June 21, 2004 at 9:30 PM - 0 comments - post anonymously