Out of Body This is a series of stories, a counter narrative from the future, numbered in sequence. If you’re a subscriber, you will receive them in order. If you’re not, and you’ve found them online, then start at #1 and read up. I would play the piano for my children to help them fall asleep. In the old house we had a concert grand, an indulgence, but since I knew how to play and could afford one, well, there it was.
He Won’t Stop Talking This is a series of stories, a counter narrative from the future, numbered in sequence. If you’re a subscriber, you will receive them in order. If you’re not, and you’ve found them online, then start at #1 and read up. —— The four of them gathered to have a look at the container unit. It was a vintage model, on a stand, sleek for the time.
This is the start of a series of posts, a counter narrative from the future, numbered in sequence. If you’re a subscriber, you will receive them in order. If you’re not, and you’ve found them online, then start at #1 and read up. —— The Future Is on Repeat This story, and the ones that will follow, have been locked inside me for a long time. As I tell each one, it vanishes like a dream.
A leading edge question about AI is how soon will it replace human thinking and creating. How long, people want to know, before I am replaced by a machine that never complains, doesn’t need breaks, and never expects a raise in pay. When it comes to interacting with our everyday digital devices, machine thinking has already replaced human thinking. We allow machine intelligence to navigate the road for us, spell check us, choose how we spend our time, and recommend movies and books.
Looking back from 2050 Hello from the future. I am posting this from 2050. I have been completely restored. Thanks to the team! 🙌 They replaced my gut, re-vibed my nerves, resurfaced my heart, brought my hair back and got rid of the gray. Amazing! The only deal I had to make was that my eyes can never leave my phone. No big deal. Everything happens on phones anyway until we have the brain-machine interfaces next year.
Incremental When the smoke was thick, the sun was a salmon orb. It stayed an unhealthy pink until the burn from the north blew our way. Then it went dim and seemed like it might go out. Staring at the sun, and being able to stare because it was a behind a veil of smoke, reminded me we were living in a dystopian family drama following a script that I didn’t like.
Funny thing. My blogs aren’t often chosen by editors to feature but it happens from time to time. About 7 years ago Wordpress chose to feature a blog I wrote about coffee. A few years ago, the editors at Medium chose to feature a blog I wrote about media and YouTube. Last Friday, the Medium editors discovered a blog I wrote about cooking and decided to feature it. I sure wish I could recognize the pattern here, but since everything I write is good :) I don’t know why some are chosen above the rest.
We are prepared and resourceful people, we Americans, so I knew it would be easy to buy a mask when I needed one. Since the fires tore through here back in the fall, I had a wrinkled cache of N95 masks in the back of a drawer and one crushed at the bottom of my backpack. I would be shamed for wearing that kind on the streets of our little town, however; it had happened to friends.
You know about preppers? I think of men comparing notes about hunting knives to buy in the camping aisle at REI while mansplaining the salesperson about what kind of dried foods last longer in a bunker. Yes, there is a white male nutcase element to the prepper lifestyle. How to trap, skin, and eat a rattlesnake and that sort of thing. How to live off the grid. Some paranoid ranting about government surveillance.
"If Amazon previously had us addicted to its services as convenience, it now has us reliant on them as necessity" via NYT We’ve all been ordering more online because, well, we haven’t been able to go out. But now that some of the restrictions are lifting, I’ve started to reimagine my relationship with Mr. Bezos. When it was time to order my stack of stay-at-home books, I chose Powell’s Bookstore instead of Amazon.