welcome to the future vitrine

like any science kid in the 60's (now known as a "geek*"), i had a fascination with what the future might be like.  flying cars, picture phones and men on the moon, sure ... but there'd be other stuff too.  i'd think about it, talk about it.  play with toys about it.  i thought it was amazing and thrilling and scary and so, so very cool.  i couldn't believe that i'd actually live to see the 21st century.


well, i live there now.  and, not surprisingly, it's both more and less than i was expecting.  


the whole purpose of this 'blog is to write about the future from the point of view of the past, the past from the point of view of the future, and the future from where we pen at the moment.


i'll be joined on here by my good friend, d4rw1n.  a close friend of my brother's growing up, he's now a power international trade lawyer in washington DC.  together we've trod the deserts of rajasthan, danced to kraftwerk and eaten the very best in cheap oysters.  he heard about my idea and it struck a chord.  d4rw1n's an analyst and a titan ... i'm extremely interested to hear what he has to say.


we'll be updating this sporadically, but continually.


(side note: i've always called this idea, "i live in the future," but some spudnut has locked that blogspot address without updating it so i've settled for this name instead.)


if you'd like to contribute a piece, either as a one-off, or as an ongoing member, please let me know.  we'd love to have you play along.


before you go, consider this: right this very moment is the youngest you'll ever be for the rest of your life.  


(and ask yourself this question, is the comment above tangential to the topic as a whole?  or is your answer far more sinister than that.)


welcome to the future vitrine.  i hope you enjoy the view.




*a term that, in the past, was more of an answer to a trivia question than anything else -- it referred to carnies that would bite the heads off of chickens in sideshows.