I Should Have Been Born In 1955

what once was is all i think about, no, i don’t want world war 2 and the holocaust, and no, i don’t want to be drafted to vietnam, and the kennedys weren’t really that great, and jim crow was terrible, i don’t want polio, thank you jonas salk, there was no perfect time, what i’m talking about is technology and the speed of life, the environment, 24/7 internet television, tiktok addiction, the list is endless, the modern world is tough on someone who was born in the wrong year, i’m thinking it should have been 1955, not 1972, in 1955 tv was still new, american cars were still cool, food was less toxic, the planet wasn’t full on globally warming, and the dodgers and yankees had some epic baseball battles, the who could have been my first concert instead of the village people, as a kid i could still use a typewriter, and i could live for several decades with no email, no text messages, no cellphone, and i could have gotten lost more, remember when we used to get lost with real maps? i sound like an old curmudgeon, and i guess i’m getting there, but i look up and down san francisco streets and there are self-driving cars, motorized bikes speeding through red lights, people in tents, nothing seems to make sense, and shel silverstein isn’t alive anymore to help explain it to me, gosh bless his sarah cynthia sylvia stout, remember what happened? the whole pile of garbage just fell everywhere and destroyed everything, sometimes that feels like us right now, the 21st century collapsing into automation, artificially intelligent machine learning, humanity riding in the backseat, but tell them how you really feel dan, i still have hope, otherwise why teach? why be a parent? but something is off, it’s all just too fast, too digital, too many screens, can’t we just slow it down a little bit? take a deep breath, now one more, that’s a start.

Fall In Love With Fast Food

We have the meats, only the latest siren call, the odysseus watchers of televised oracle know our happy must be fed, we must eat fresh, the highway signs urge us, next exit, final exit, on the conveyer belt of factory farming, where environmental earth comes in last, profit 1, addictive ingredients 2, advertising 3, yet we continue to drive thru because america runs on dunkin’, and somewhere a marketer reads this little piece on the internet and thinks, free publicity, the number one rule of fast food? there is no fast food, because i’m loving it, slow bites for the camera, finger lickin’ good, says the colonel, the conveyer belt is overpowering, cannot be stopped, won’t be stopped, so don’t fight it, get smarter and eat mor chikin.