Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
- William Shakespeare, The Tempest
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!
- Edna St. Vincent Millay (died: 19 October 1950)
This is an NBC News report about some friends of mine who are doing good work around the country.
10 years ago today (18 October 2004), Battlestar Galactica — the best show ever on TV — began its run.