Remembering the Information Super Highway!

This isn't a story or a poem. Just sharing some thoughts.

Lately I have been really excited. I remember when I was a kid, maybe six or seven years old, reading about the world wide web and how it "...will change the world!" I imagined myself talking to people from around the world. It brings to mind an old ride (Although it has been changed a bit, the same ride is still there.) at EPCOT Center which had a scene where an American boy was talking to a Japanese girl over the internet. They could see each other through video and they were typing in their own languages, with the text being translated on the other side. They called it the "Information Super Highway."

I have to stop myself from taking this computer stuff for granted. It is pretty easy to overlook how complex it all really is. Right now I am using a laptop that is more powerful than the IBM mainframe that my dad use to code when he was studying programing at MDCC in the late 70s. (He can't even turn on his iMac now.)

I'm writing about this because I can... I'm done writing for now. I guess I am leaving this incomplete.

Rap Song

I have witnessed the end of the world
The disproportion of mankind
Hatred is the new religion
All the great men have died
And as I say my prayers
I know what is right
This is the end (2X)
This is… Ha ha ha.
Don’t interrupt me when I’m getting’ funky fresh
Everybody knows I’m the new intellect
And I’m the bringer of death
I’m the war made flesh
I got flame for feet and guns for hands
I’ll put a bullet in your head and scorn the land
Oh shit, another bomb drops
Oh no, another building falls.
Another child disappears
Beneath the rubble of a society
In awe of it’s own ability
to destroy itself.

(Send out the word to drop leaflets telling everyone to stay in doors. More rubble is more shrapnel. This minimizes depletion of resources while maximizing casualties.)

God knows we tried, but God knows he didn’t
Another crazy man saying, “The government did it!”
But who says they didn't?
And who knows who did it?

Too much to laugh
Too little to cry
There's blood in your veins
But you aint even alive
And you pity yourself
Because you don't exist
And there's a mirror in your room
But it don't reflect