Lonely impulses of delight

One of my favourite poems is Yeats’ “An Irish Airman Foresees His Death”.

Extremely powerful. When I was 15, and I read it for the first time, what really struck me was that the airman flew because he loved flying. Not because of glory or honour or duty or war or pestilence or whatever. He loved flying.

I love working with information. And in a digital world, with costs of reproduction and transmission tending towards zero, we can really make a difference to our world today and tomorrow, particularly in education. Which is why I’m excited about reading Judy Breck’s book; I’ve been trudging around her site and like a lot of what I see. Take a look.

Thanks for the heads-up, Judy. [Another serendipitous meeting through blogs].

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