The future, pffft

Here we are ten years into the new millennium and we're nowhere closer to flying cars, jetpacks, or living on the moon than we were in 1982.

Sure, we can update each other on every facet of our days, we have blankets with sleeves built in, and for some reason we have an insane obsession with building regular families into celebrities, then tearing them down.

Seems like kindergarten all over again except instead of throwing mud, we type incessantly at our computers and hide behind screen names. 

People are still dying of the same things they did 150 years ago and the economy is less stable than when everyone bartered for their goods. Sure, people have more choices in hair products but we're losing it faster than ever. 

We work more than ever but for less reward, relatively, and even less satisfaction. No one dares to dream because they're afraid it might mess with the plan they laid out for themselves. We're a scared little world that rested on its laurels of big hair and the Internet.

Wasn't the Internet supposed to make everything easier, cheaper, simpler? Yes, I don't have to go to the bank anymore, but maybe that's why no one can write without the use of numbers and smiley faces anymore. 

Has technology made leaps and bounds? Yes. Can I store, share, move, and record an entire music collection on a piece of plastic the size of my thumb? Yes.

But we landed on the moon in the 60's and I still have no idea what the heck else is out there. And… people are still fat. I mean, come on.

Talk to people. Design, build, dream, do something! Innovation isn't perfect.
The iPod rocks, but where's my jetpack.