As a rule, our technology advances before we develop a capacity to cope with it. That’s why technological progress is painfully complicated. Sometimes the technology is a blessing, sometimes it’s a curse, sometimes it’s both, leaving many of us baffled by how to manage, if not survive, our latest creations.
Time is a measurement that doesn’t take up space. It is distorted by gravitational waves. It waits for no one. It isn’t holding up and it isn’t after us. Time is money. Time is relentless. Time is passing. Time is now. But no matter what time is, with MyTime© Time Xtension, every minute you live will be like forever like never before.
We rarely laugh at jokes. Jokes are obnoxious pleas for laughter. We do laugh, a lot, but mostly at attitudes, sounds, references, situations, timing, and nonsense. Laughter for us is a cat swatting at a ghost — an unexpected exhalation of playful intent from a spontaneous heart. It’s not looking for your approval.
During a game of chess near the end of William Shakespeare’s The Tempest, Miranda, the fourteen-year-old daughter of Prospero, envisions drunken sailors staggering off the wreckage of a ship. Miranda — a cultural critic with an Orwellian bent, comments, “O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world! That has such people in’t!”
Have you read the horrifying literature on beef? Are you haunted by zombie chickens crippled by their weight, oceans with so much lead and plastic that fish are chemically enhanced, pesticides and hormones in your every meal, or rainforests replaced by cattle feed crop fields?
In Buena Park on May 19, 1951, the parents of 10-year-old Patty Jean Hull told police their daughter was missing. Four days later, television cameras zoomed in on Hull’s uncoiling story. As real-time TV signals from Santa Ana’s jail radiated throughout Southern California, we entered the age of broadcast voyeurism.
