h+ Magazine

For those who are mystically inclined, 2011 is likely a year that is pregnant with significance. In fact, not merely pregnant — the birth of a new aeon is so near that, in the radiance of cosmic time — the new age baby should be sticking its head out of the womb right about now.

Soon I will be rich. Two trends: social networking and the death of privacy. I’m cashing in on the confluence. Why should only celebrities be publicly humiliated?

I swear the talking GPS screamed when our geekmobile banked a hard left straight through the red light as we careened into the parking lot of the EON Reality Inc. building where the H+ Summit was already underway.

Did you enjoy reading your little transnerdulist magazine about pleasure, prancing and sustained orgasm? Now you expect a little humor, don’t you? Well, guess what? I’m not in the mood.

This might seem like a weird one because cell phones have not been invented yet.

There are two kinds of people in this world. People who love magazines and assholes.

Just kidding!  (It will take me a few weeks to get the hang of this public outreach thing.) And really, I’m just kidding…. no, really. I know. You love magazines but don’t think they work online.  And besides, I live only to please everybody.  And while many are pleased by the flash digital magazine format, others find the delivery too awkward to bother with and they move on. 

This morning, I locked my keys in my car. This afternoon, my wife placed her keys on her car seat. I said, “Don’t do that. You might lock your keys in your car.” She said, “My keys won’t let that happen. They’re intelligent.”After I downloaded divorce papers…

McKibben’s dedication to the nobility of age and death doesn’t prevent him from posting a photo on his website that shows him looking twenty years younger than he actually is. Nor does his stance against technological enhancement prevent him from wearing eyeglasses.

Ben Goertzel converses with Hugo de Garis on his transhumanist argument for the reality of a Creator.