Archive for March, 2008

Seeing the Future

Life moves so very fast. Like a cougar or a leprechaun or something that’s really, really quick. You could say it’s like a flaming golden hawk with talons of ivory. The ivory talons represent modern man’s inability to understand nature, but that’s a topic for a different day.

Part of what keeps life so lively is rapid change in the technology we use. Because I’m arrogant young (yeessss, that’s the reason), I feel like I should have the world recognize how great I am by the time I’m 28. Since I know technology, I want to help define how the world uses technology, which means leading, if not being the originator, of the next technology revolution. The reason I share is that I recently ran across a quote from Steve Jobs, the head honcho over at Apple, that really opened my eyes to how change really works.

Things happen fairly slowly, you know. They do. These waves of technology, you can see them way before they happen, and you just have to choose wisely which ones you’re going to surf. If you choose unwisely, then you can waste a lot of energy, but if you choose wisely it actually unfolds fairly slowly. It takes years.

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That concept, as I see it, is really great. There is no need to try and invent something new, whether as an idea or a product. The first phase of all truly profound changes is always boring. In fact, there are so many potential paths for the future to take, you will be boring if you try and add another new effort to the pile. Instead, figure out which change will be really great, and go with that.

So, just like you wouldn’t try and force fashion change upon the world by wearing shoes made out of badgers, the best course of action is to evaluation the way things are changing and take the best course. Like seeing how cool a fedora can be, then making it interesting and cool. But not a badger-dora.

A Tale of Woe

From time to time I get the notion to rip a random picture found on the internet completely out of context and write about it, funny style, purely for your amusement. That’s how much I love you.

This is not a bear

We live in a rebellious time. College students protest nations intent on war with dangerous terrorist cartels. Union workers rebelling against their employers unless their demands, reasonable or not, are met. Older generations rebel against progress, unable, or too afraid, to change. Everyone has a fight to carry on, a cross to bear. My burden is a deep, personal conviction that will eventually change the zeitgeist of our generation. I rebel against front-facing baseball caps.

Friend, this is not easy. Like freedom marchers before me, I have had the frosty hose of discouragement turned upon me. People young, old, and bear alike call me out in public for my aerodynamic styling. You haven’t felt the sting of slight condescension like I have, and you never will. My tears run black with the mascara of a thousand bristles.

Long have I carried the mantle of the backsie movement (or reverse-wear as you may know it). It started in the late eighties, but now even pleather wholesalers discriminate against top-turners who merely want to exchange government secrets with small bears. This world is not ready for the efficient design my head displays. Are you?