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.
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.
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.
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.