In a Few Thousand Years

Today, Friday, I feel a little drained -- I spent all week in an office, peddling my skills as administrative handy-man. That is, I answered phone calls in a polite yet engaging manner, scheduled meetings efficaciously, and gathered info from a database rapidly and accurately.

Ah ... for the good ol' days, hunting animals, harvestin' wheat, mashin' grain, weavin', moon-goddess rites -- the Iron Age Times!

Well, you can't pick your Age, and you can't select your destiny, can you? [This is paraphrased from Gandalf in LOTR -- please send me the quote if you know it!] We are entering the post-industrial age and speeding at a breakneck pace towards a new tomorrow.
I think I have begun to accept computers, on there own terms, as helpful companions -- communicative and informative tools -- in the ransack storm that is life.

As usual, it is we, the users -- and not the machine -- that pervert the rhythm and wonder of life. If you spent too much time gawking at YouTube or watching "The Apprentice" on TV, you may see the sheen known as mystery shy away from everyday events. But it's a choice. And if more people choose it -- then so be it. In a few thousand years we will all have hands with 8 fingers to manipulate remote-controls and keyboards faster. And we will all be dull as nails!

You see -- this blog's not only about politics!!