adapting to the changes in technology

I’m in the ‘no thanks’ category. Frankly, I don’t like the thought of invisible little radioactive waves running through buildings, concrete, and our bodies. So far, I’ve avoided it. No cell phone, no microwave, and I even have one those archaic keyboards and mouse that you actually have to plug in – soon to be a collector’s item I’m certain.

Have any of you heard of this new development?

Wireless Energy? Really? So I am not going to have to plug in all my wireless gadgets anymore? I think some changes, while they might be convenient are just plain weird. I mean, I wonder what the impact of energy passing through the body will have.

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hey is it just me? or is cozy gaining on annoying in the poles.  

Just watched Bill Clinton tear apart FoxNews here and now I'm feeling a little fired up. I love Bill, not because I think he did everything right, but because of the quality of his engagement. He's pissed off and is fine with being pissed off. He's way too sharp to let himself be played into these idiotically simple political manipulations, and he's courageous enough to lay it out there and call it like it is; and rip Chris Wallace a new you-know-what.

Mark Satin is the editor of Radical Middle, an online political journal with an editorial direction which balances sensibility and radical change. Mark has written a pretty cutting review of David Korten's The Great Turning: From Empire to Earth Community. Read the full review here

People would point and laugh. Children would start crying. Dates would quietly excuse themselves to the restroom, never to return -- after catching a glimpse of my nearly 5 inch x 2 inch, slightly beaten up QUALCOM 2762 cel phone. Purchased in 1999, and the height of technology at the time, this green-screen dot-matrix beauty has served me like a loyal friend. Only after a glorious tour of duty in excess of six years, did the battery finally start to go, and let me tell you, it was hard to acknowledge the deteriorating health of my beloved QUALCOM 2762. Finally (but what felt suddenly) in May this year, I looked down to my friend to make a call to find out where the hell my ultimate frisbee game was being played, and read the words 'Service Required' on the green, dot-matrix display. As a single tear emerged from the welling pool in my eyes, I felt gratitude toward the skilled makers of my QUALCOM 2762 for their thoughtfulness. "When the time comes", I imagined them having said, "let's make it gentle". Service Required. I pulled the car over and stared at it for a few moments, late for my game, but feeling the need to be with these feelings of sadness, regret for not having better prepared (though you can never really be prepared), and also.. Fear.