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Japan is experimenting with robot shop assistants in Tokyo.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/technology/6596868/Robot-shop-assistants-in-Japan.html
Scientists have repaired the world's largest atom smasher and plan by this weekend to restart the fault-ridden Large Hadron Collider.
Night vision for cars
Bosch has released an enhanced version of its night vision system, first featured in this year's new Mercedes E-class.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/motoring/safety/6582568/Night-vision-for-cars.html
Dr Brooke Magnanti says she enjoyed her life as Belle de Jour - http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/nov/17/belle-de-jour-tanya-gold
Orville Wright said: "An aeroplane in the hands of Lincoln Beachey is poetry. His mastery is a thing of beauty to watch. - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lincoln_J._Beachey
Dogs do it, lions do it, even babies in the womb do it -- so why do we yawn? http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/steve-jones/6583820/Yawning-is-part-of-what-makes-us-human.html
Preface to the Faerie Queene by Graham Hough (Paperback - April 5, 1990)
A Preface to Paradise Lost: Being the Ballard Matthews Lectures Delivered at University College, North Wales, 1941 by C.S. Lewis (Paperback - Dec 31, 1961)
lagniappe
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 nor 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.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Gillespie_Magee,_Jr .
