Today
Looking at all the incredible things people have made in Second Life gives me hope for the future since figuring out how to do these things requires lots of reading and traditional learning skills like memorisation. On the other hand, it's all so technology dependent that if an atom bomb took out the power grids all the 3d imaging skills in the world wouldn't grow one lousy turnip. On the OTHER other hand, though, maybe the same spirit of obsessive learning and problem-solving would serve people in mastering survival skills if turnips are required. Or maybe there will never be a forced return to a pre-techno age. Our heads will grow larger, our bodies will shrivel, and we'll ride around in time-traveling spaceships for the fun of freaking out those rubes in the past.
Maybe they'll have a hard time identifying us as ancestors.
We look so... meaty and animal-like. Hairy.
Maybe they'll be able to change their looks as we change our avatars' looks. They'll dress up like aliens and fly around... they'll have all the science fiction views on what they and their vehicles should look like in order to tap into our minds... they are probably the wiseacres and university geek clubs that are flying around getting their jollies by using our own imaginative views of the future against us...
Anyway -- what was I talking about?
I'm writing this blogpost offline. The Comcast man just arrived -- yay! He's gone off to the crawl space above the garage to investigate Mr. Landlord's suggestions concerning wiring. I'm so thoroughly into my blog that I suffer when I can't post. Now he says he thinks he can fix it up there. And the new downstairs woman just came in and I REALLY like her!! She's a totally groovy enviromental, scuba-diving, DC native who is 26 and a student at Evergreen. The former downstairs woman decided to leave, then changed her mind, and now is directly below me in the landlord's rooms that were empty before this... and I want it to be temporary. The Comcast man got his buddy in with some parts, they fixed it in the garage, and left. They said it was set up very well now with a separate power line, and swore I'd have no trouble. Y^ay! And Marilee called and she has goji berries on the way. Life is good!