Journeys

I began my journey to St. Louis at 5 a.m. this morning. All went smoothly, despite long queues at Vienna's Schwechat Airport. The sunrise over a sea of cloud was beautiful. I'm now waiting for my next flight.

I am taking photos, and will be blogging regularly on this trip. I will be in St. Louis for two months, where I will be teaching a couple of courses at Webster University -- Telecommunications and Mathematics for Computer Science. I'm also working on some software ideas, which I'd love to see implemented on the Android environment.

Here's a poem by the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, which has long been a favourite of mine:

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.