Last night, I dreamed that I was 82 years old and had huge bald spots on the left and right rear sides of my head. My 89-year-old friend and I camped out all night in a city park, along with many others, so we could see John Lennon film a movie scene across the street two days later. In the morning, we decided to go home and forget about the Beatle sighting. We didn't want to waste another day just to catch a fleeting glimpse of our hero.
As I write this, I feel my decision in the dream was the correct one. But my age and scalp were incorrect. I am only 56 years old and my hair still covers my entire head, thinning though it may be on top. Why can't we dream whatever we want to dream? Imagine how much more relaxed and happy people would be, knowing that when they turn out the light and rest on their pillow, they will be transported to a world of their choosing.
I would be swimming in Hawaii most nights. Occasionally, I'd check in on John, Paul, George and Ringo in their prime. In my bachelor days, I would have dated peers, movie stars and many fine ladies in between. For Earth 2.0, I would seriously consider empowering people to dream on demand every night. Who knows? The crime rate might plummet if everyone could temporarily forget their troubles and live the good life. True, when they woke up and realized nothing really changed, they might explode with rage. I think it's worth the risk. Do you?
July 30, 2010
July 23, 2010
Of Turtles
Saw a turtle the other day. Had to smile, despite my jealousy. Wish I could roll my head into my body cavity and temporarily hide from people and events that frighten me. Wonder why you only gave turtles this gift. Surely, millions of Chinese could have used it during Mao's insane period. I could share other examples with you at the appropriate hour.
Not sure if I'm complaining or dreaming here. Lately, they often seem the same to me.
Not sure if I'm complaining or dreaming here. Lately, they often seem the same to me.
July 21, 2010
Water: Your Masterstroke
I am continually impressed with water, in all of its forms and uses. How the heck did you think of having water form in clouds high above the earth's surface and then rain down upon it? This is pure genius (in case you take your powers for granted).
Over the last few days, I found myself swimming in a huge body of water called the Caribbean Sea. What a joy to dip below the surface, pop back up, swim in any direction I choose, float on my back, and start the cycle all over again. At lunch one day, I appreciated water in its frozen state as an integral component of a pina colada. I don't use the gaseous form of water very often, but it's there if I ever need it. That's comforting.
Oh, I forgot the most important thing about water! We need it to survive. And it falls to earth at no cost to anyone. Brilliant!
FYI, when I meet you someday, I want to ask you about my mother-in-law slipping on outdoor steps after a rain shower, dislocating her shoulder and shattering her humerus bone into five pieces. I'm puzzled why there has to be a downside to the above-referenced masterstroke.
Over the last few days, I found myself swimming in a huge body of water called the Caribbean Sea. What a joy to dip below the surface, pop back up, swim in any direction I choose, float on my back, and start the cycle all over again. At lunch one day, I appreciated water in its frozen state as an integral component of a pina colada. I don't use the gaseous form of water very often, but it's there if I ever need it. That's comforting.
Oh, I forgot the most important thing about water! We need it to survive. And it falls to earth at no cost to anyone. Brilliant!
FYI, when I meet you someday, I want to ask you about my mother-in-law slipping on outdoor steps after a rain shower, dislocating her shoulder and shattering her humerus bone into five pieces. I'm puzzled why there has to be a downside to the above-referenced masterstroke.
July 4, 2010
Freedom Reset Button
Today is my nation's birthday. Most Americans are reveling in freedom, whether they're watching a parade, chomping on watermelon at a family picnic, or looking forward to tomorrow's day off of work. The joy of living in a country where people have freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of press, freedom to assemble, and freedom to petition the government for a redress of grievances (First Amendment, G. Washington, et al, 1791) is tempered by realizing that a billion or so people must behave according to the whims of their leaders.
For Earth 2.0, why not press a reset button whenever a group of people in a particular geographic area have lost the freedoms they were born with? I'll leave the details to you, but I see it like this: As soon as you press the button, every inhabitant in that nation becomes lightheaded or unusually cheerful. This should probably come on gradually, say over a two-day period, allowing them to complete surgeries, finish ballgames, and drive home safely from birthday parties, etc.
After the two-day transition, the lightheaded/unusually cheerful condition persists for a week or two -- while you and several angels restructure all levels of government. When the population returns to normal, they'll have a new constitution, fewer prisoners, and their leaders will no longer be wearing military tunics with ten pounds of medals dragging them toward hell.
For Earth 2.0, why not press a reset button whenever a group of people in a particular geographic area have lost the freedoms they were born with? I'll leave the details to you, but I see it like this: As soon as you press the button, every inhabitant in that nation becomes lightheaded or unusually cheerful. This should probably come on gradually, say over a two-day period, allowing them to complete surgeries, finish ballgames, and drive home safely from birthday parties, etc.
After the two-day transition, the lightheaded/unusually cheerful condition persists for a week or two -- while you and several angels restructure all levels of government. When the population returns to normal, they'll have a new constitution, fewer prisoners, and their leaders will no longer be wearing military tunics with ten pounds of medals dragging them toward hell.
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