Seven Generations From Now...

Seven Generations From Now…

Seven generations from now, I hope no one is materialistic.

I wouldn’t want to see people always focused on obtaining “the latest and greatest thing”.

Seven generations from now, I would hope that everyone sees one another as people.

No actual labels other than gender; it would really be more person A and person B. (Of course you can have names.)

Seven generations from now, let’s not have to worry about any disease.

We would live in a more comfortable society.

Seven generations from now, let’s also not have to worry about any types of violence.

No one really wants to live in that kind of a world anyway.

So basically, seven generations from now I would want to see a world without materialism, the majority of its labels, no disease of any type, and possibly the most important, no violence of any type. I don’t think that would be too much to wish for. No better time than the present to start now, so why don’t we and make the world more pleasant.

Baseball

Baseball

The pitch of the ball and the swing of the bat that misses. Strike one.

Another pitch, another swing and a miss, strike two.

The batter is in an 0-2 hole, the pitcher is ahead in the count; one more pitch and he’ll retire the batter. The batter yells: “Time Out!” The umpire grants it. The batter steps out of the box, adjusts his gloves and helmet, gives the bat a soft tap against his shoe and is ready to go again.

He knows the stakes: the pitcher is ahead in the count, the game is tied at 2-2 in the bottom of the ninth, nobody on, two out, 0-2 count, these thoughts keep racing through his mind. “Bottom of the ninth, I’m in danger of striking out, nobody on base. If I don’t want to see a tenth inning, I’ve got to do something about it, at the very least start a rally.”

All this he thinks about as the pitcher throws two pitches, both are out of the strike zone for our lucky batter. The count is now even at 2-2, just like the score. The batter’s patience has been rewarded he just has to focus. Another pitch, ball three, full count. The pressure intensifies along with the batter’s focus. He just lives to see one more pitch.

The pitch comes, a fastball registering at 95 miles per hour. The batter is focused and ready to swing. He waits until the ball reaches the plate, he swings, and this time he connects. He watches the ball sail, sail high and far. He knows he’s done it. He’s won the game for his team! He has hit a walk-off home run!

The crack of the bat,

The roar of the mighty crowd,

All part of the game.

The greatest game in the world, America’s Pastime, Baseball.

What's Your Word?

Unconventional

I will first preface the story by stating that I am a computer nut… just not in the way that you might think. When you think that someone is calling themselves a computer nut, you may tend to assume that they would be interested in the current computer technology. In this case, the one doing the assuming is wrong. I like older computers. Now I need to clarify this statement. Realistically what I believe an old computer is compared to the next person is quite different. It is quite possible that when you hear the words “old computer” you might think of a computer that is about three years old. Try twenty. That's right, I have a computer that's around twenty years old. (Depending on what you wanted to go by, be it Windows 95 or when he was built - 1997, you may actually get an age older than that.) The fun thing is that I'm not the only one who uses Ted (that's his name, and yes I do name all my computers. I don't mind if people reading this think it might be a tad weird.) Anyway back to the story. I am not the only person who uses Ted. Here in our little city of Pawzopolis I am the both the founder and the Mayor and Ted is a publicly used computer despite the fact that he doesn't go on the internet and would have a $210,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 price tag on him if he were lost or damaged. Just last week I loaned him to this nice couple named Percival Perkins and his wife Priscilla, two of the town's finest citizens. They are a couple who have been together for ten years but have decided not to have children, which is fine. Here in Pawzopolis we only have one official rule: Any person gets to make up his or her mind about how they want to spend their life without being judged. I don't feel I need to go into detail yet on what would happen if this law was violated, we'll save that for another time. For now, thank you for stopping by in Pawzopolis.