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Future Imperfect Plans

If ever Googlezon becomes a reality I would know that I am finally through with technology - for life.

That may be the point to say, thus far and no further and turn to a place like Ithaca where they print their own currency and live in what seems to be an enchanted little commune thriving only on goodwill of the neighbor and bartering.

Maybe by then hybrid cars would have gone mainstream and homes will be fully solar-powered

Having fully disconnected from the inter-connected world, I would like to read the news - hopefully served in edible paper

Does not seem like a bad life at all when I think about it.

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Arpana Sanjay said…
Lollz!! And dont forget remote control to change the weather in just your corner of the world.
we've already done kitties in bottles....perhaps dogs that never poop will be in fashion then.
The phrase 'existential angst' will be passe and archaic.
and marijuana tea will be recommened as a cure for HIV and be made available in your local drugstore...
food will come in a pill and obesity will be a thing of teh past!! virtual sex will be the only way to have sex and we will all be cloned...

err...Ok...I think I got a little carried away!! shutting up now...zzziiip!! :-))
10:03 PM
buckwaasur said…
lol..ur posts are worth reading for the links alone...:-)))
10:44 PM
Rajavel said…
where do get all these links from !!!!!!!!
11:32 PM
Heartcrossings said…
Glad that everyone enjoys the links. Just an outcome of my laziness and incapacity to think too deep.

So I have to wander from link to link to link :-)
10:03 AM
Heartcrossings said…
Chay - love the climate controling remote and the grass tea too !
10:04 AM
Anonymous said…
It''s quite impressive.
10:48 AM
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