#287

I have never seen eyelashes more beautiful than Megan's. They stand out, especially, when I glance down at her profile; it's a view that highlights their unusual length and shape.

I don't use Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, Vine, or WhatsApp. I don't have a YouTube channel. I've taken Uber rides but since I didn't arrange or pay for them – my colleagues did – I can't say I've used Uber, the app. I still play mp3s; I don't use Spotify. I don't stream movies either. I don't monitor my biometrics with sensor-bristling watches or bracelets. My point? I'm on the downslope of the "technology adoption rate" curve, or whatever graph illustrates a slowdown in trying the latest in tech. It peaks in young adulthood. We happily try everything with an intuitive energy and understanding that propels the innovations-of-the-moment into mass use, acceptance, ubiquity (for my generation it was stuff like the internet, email, ebay, iTunes, all-things-online). Then we stagnate; we get stodgy, too comfortable with the old, uncomfortable with the new. Slowly, increasingly, the whiz-bang-y things of the moment annoy us, confuse us, or just remind us we have bronze spears and the iron age is upon us. Obsolescence of our ways, and ourselves, is no longer unimaginable. The shit is real (the new shit), and we aren't the shit anymore. When M 'n' m take a rocket to Mars, I'll be the uninspired one asking stupid questions. I wonder what the Ubers and Twitters of M 'n' m's similar 'downsloping point' will be. The rate at which they try and adopt new tech will peter out too; it happens to all of us. We've talked about self-driving cars and planes; M 'n' m may learn and prefer to steer themselves. Naturally, from the next generation, I'm rooting for quantum leaps in healthcare, longevity, and disease-treatment. Social media is played out. Right? Of course not. We have real VR coming.

Complaining is fun, a whole art form, but don't get carried away. Life if good. – Garrison Keillor

Creativity is a contact sport. – Walter Isaacson