As I’m writing this, I find I’m writing from the past and into the future.
Okay, that didn’t make as much sense as I’d hoped. Let’s try it again.
I was looking at the date that this will be posted and I had to look twice. 2011. That’s 11 years after the year 2000, which, when I was growing up, was the unimaginable future. When people would have jetpacks, flying cars and dinner would consist of just a few food pills and everyone would be wearing shiny, silver lamé jumpsuits.
Well, okay, that was my future anyway.
Yet, here it is 2011 and, with the exception of a some really cool gadgets, I’m not seeing all that much difference between the shiny future and the dreary, sepia-toned past.
What happened to the future, dudes?
As Jonathan Coulton said, “It’s gonna be the future soon.”
It’s odd that it seems like the future will always be tomorrow. Okay, yes, technically the future is always tomorrow, but I meant that a little differently than it read.
The bright, shiny future of our dreams always seems to be years away. We’ll reach some crazy new year and it will be the same as last year with a few exceptions. Okay, sure, I’m — technically — a cyborg, but I don’t hear any neat sound effects when I focus in on something far away or get to jump really long distances. No one came to my bedside in the hospital and said “We can rebuild him. Make him better. Stronger. Faster.”
Instead of complaining (well, instead of complaining more), I think this is the year I’m going to start looking for the future breaking through into the now. I’m going to be on the lookout for the new. The wild. The shiny.
Join me, won’t you? As we try to take ourselves back. . . to the future!
And now a musical interlude.
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