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Les premiers vrais tests du nano quad d'Ulix, un plaisir à voir et à piloter! [video]
(Translated at Free Translation)
Uploaded by FVP2MACAM on Feb 6, 2011
This video is in the video playlist Transport Future Air
Future of air travel - Airbus unveils the transparent plane - 2050
This video is in the video playlist Transport Future Air

[Correction: earlier graphic that said "Shredder" instead of "Soothsayer"]
Note to patriots: No, I am not saying America is imperialistic. Not in spirit. But Americans can be, who veer from the American way. That's what this song is about. If anything. It's a one-note joke, see. How can a song titled The Great American Song not be The Great American Song, even if it isn't really The Great American Song? (Which would probably have to be either America the Beautiful or Don McLean's American Pie. Or American Woman by The Guess Who. Just kidding!)
"...voila, Janis spoke her lines...."
I like that. I've dabbled in comics and storytelling. It's delightful to have a character surprise the author. I've had a character who was only intended to be an onlooker suddenly pipe up in a significant way. Or when the key to getting your character home again, previously a vague outline, becomes revealed by the unwinding story.
You know the story and script is unwinding in your brain's circuitry, but while sometimes you're forcing thoughts out with a grunt, there's those times you almost seem to be a pipeline for the Cosmic Mind, the Idea Itself, struggling to be realized in time and space.
I recently finished re-reading the Harry Potter series, and frequently imagined Rowling having similar feelings as she worked on her magnificent opus. Or Tolkien, or Beethoven, or Da Vinci. I recall Rowling saying about the 7th book, she hadn't expected one character's death and found herself crying about it. Nice thing about it, on such points, one can look back and admire a nice turn of phrase or twist of plot with amazement and a kind of reader's delight rather than anything like writer's pride. One can see outtakes of nigh-perfect movies and realize, yeah, that really didn't belong (the Jitterbug dance in Wizard of Oz).
In our minds, we do art. In the Cosmic Mind, art does us.