Friday, January 11, 2002

"We should all be concerned about the future because we will have to spend the rest of our lives there."

Charles Franklin Kettering, Seed for Thought

I have an important meeting. Or so it seems to me. It also seems to go well. But I wonder how much good is actually done. We face a daunting task.

Lunch finds SuRu and I at Edge City, sitting upstairs reading the two- or three-year-old magazines. They at once seem fresh and impossibly dated. She has a burger and I have a vegie burger. Carb loading seems like a good idea.

When we are filling our soda cups, she says she is going to do something different and 'enjoy a Hi-C orange soda' (she is quoting what is written on the spigot). The spigot end falls off and orange soda sprays in several directions. I tell her as we mop up and the staff fixes it that this was probably the highlight of our day.

We decide to stay in and watch DVDs. I eat what FFP fixes and then we watch Citizen Kane. I try to read the papers. I doze. I cough.

JUST TYPING
Sometimes.
Now.
Slips by.
The future so blurry.
That you can't keep your eyes off it.