The Evolution of Normal

I marvel at Technology. It makes me feel happy, because I know with Technology everything is going to be OK. I know that it will fix our problems with Global Warming. It will one day not too far away, resolve global issues like poverty and famine. Technology will once and for all resolve our world’s dependence on Oil, as soon as Larry or Sergey figure out the code to those Escalades than run on nothing but LOVE…

I mean, Technology has made stalking OK. (The Urban Dictionary even has a lovely definition for Facebook Stalking: A Covert Method of investigation using Facebook). Technology has made it OK for us to announce (Tweet) our most mundane activities every second of every day to a delighted troop of followers… Technology has made it OK to collectively iphone surf during a dinner party with dear old friends. (Since I don’t have an iphone can I bring a book to the next dinner party? God knows I don’t have any time for reading these days…) OH, and let's not even go where Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian go with Technology.... (but it is there for those of us who care to visit it)

So this morning as I rolled out of bed, grabbed a big glass of water and reached for my computer to check emails, I was video Skyped by a lovely cousin in Germany… In all my morning glory I invited my cousin and her husband, who I am so formal with I call him Mr. F, into my home… And as I’m laughing and saying hello in my PJ’s and my bed head, I can’t believe how much has Technology removed our (my) inhibitions….

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