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I actually wrote an entry in my blog the other that touches on this as part of a larger discussion.
http://www.thewindwardchoralsociety.org/2017/06/05/windward-notes/

Take a peek...

“A September sun, losing some of its heat if not its brilliance, was dropping low in the west over the black Colorado range. Purple haze began to thicken in the timbered notches. Gray foothills, round and billowy, rolled down from the higher country. They were smooth, sweeping, with long velvety slo...

Grooooaaaan...

I don't know how I didn't know about this, a multi-camera live feed from the International Space Station. https://youtu.be/qzMQza8xZCc Totally mesmerizing, it's great to have it running in one corner of the screen while I work. Enjoy. Edit: when I plugged in just a minute ago the camera was mounted ...

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. And then the murders began.

- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice 'without pictures or con...

"I don’t know how other men feel about their wives walking out on them, but I helped mine pack. And then the murders began."
- Breaking Up

Once upon a time there was a pair of pants. And then the murders began.

- The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

“Monday morning when I answered the door there were twenty-one new real estate agents there, all in horrible polyester gold jackets. And then the murders began.” – The Hacker And The Ants

“Daddy, I’m tired,” the little girl in the red pants and the green blouse said fretfully. And then the murders began.

- Firestarter

(Actually, the murders came later...)

"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. And then the murders began.
- Little Women

The even drone of the engine of an airplane I'm flying.

"James Bond, with two double bourbons inside him, sat in the final departure lounge of Miami Airport and thought about life and death. And then the murders began."

- Goldfinger

Just too amazing not to share. Flying from Glacier Point in Yosemite Valley was an annual pilgrimage for a pack of us back in the day. It's one of those "bucket list" flights that drives you to become an expert. This has a click-and-drag feature so you can look around. Watch it a few times...