The future is here.

After writing my Back to the Future themed blog, I felt the need to rant about my displeasure with the direction science is taking our future.

It's actually been a pretty amazing year for science. There have been some major developments from scientists who clearly watched too much sci-fi as children (and likely still do). For example, this past year some science nerds in Denmark actually teleported an object a full 18 inches. That means that at some point in the future, we may easily be able to transport ourselves a full foot and a half. In my studio apartment that might actually get me halfway to the fridge from the couch... I'd take it. Now they've done it again. Engineers here in the US have created a laser rifle that can burn through a person with pinpoint accuracy from a five mile range. That's comforting. I'm sure that this is a technology that will catch on with the public. Why can't these guys spend their time on something useful like in home 'moving walkways' or flying cars? There aren't any hovering skate boards or talking holograms either. I'm fairly sure that scientists of today were watching the wrong shows as children. Unless some Jetsons fans show up in the science world real soon, the future is a very scary place.

Where's Michael J. Fox these days?

Have you heard the latest? Apparently, the DeLorean Motor Company is back from the past and ready to build cars again. All new DeLoreans to be released in 2008! Here's the odd thing; they haven't changed at all. At a surprising cost of $57,500, you can get yourself the exact same car Teenwolf drove back in the early '80s, without the flux capacitor of course.

A homesick feeling in my stomach... or maybe thats the ham sandwich I had for lunch.

I don't remember ever being in a place in my life where I long for the past. Until now. New York is amazing. I am a New Yorker now. I realize this more each time I venture out into the city.

The past few weeks have been amazing. April and Stanley and Elayne and Sylvia have all visited over the past couple weeks and we've had a ball. Visiting seedy spots like Coney Island or making friends at the Motor City Bar in SoHo was great. Broadway shows and Tigers games at Yankee Stadium all helped me to see why I miss Detroit, and what I miss about Detroit.

All the same, I'll have to head back to the Motor City Bar at some point soon. I'll buy a round of drinks for all of my friends back in Detroit. So please find a way if at all possible to stop by New York when you get a chance. I'll look forward to your visit. See ya then.

The benefits to being lonely.

Before moving from Detroit to New York, I expressed my fears to many of my family and friends. In one way or another I said that my primary fear was going somewhere where I knew noone. Everyone had the same response. "You'll meet new friends." Isuppose I should've specified that this was actually my biggest fear. The fear that I would make new friends. The fear that it would really be that easy, to move hundreds of miles away and just make new friends. If I could make new friends that quickly, what do my friendships really mean? Am I thinking too much? Absolutely. But, thankfully that hasn't been the case. After more than two months away from Detroit, I appreciate my friends more than ever. I now realize that even if/when I make new friends here in New York, they will never replace those friendships. So, I am finally taking some time off of work to hang out. I'm opening up and making friends comfortably, without fear. Still, I wish my friends from back home could be here with me. See you guys soon.

If only they'd taken me seriously.

When I was very young I often said things that would give everyone a good laugh. My family called them "Jerryisms". They were the type of things you'd expect to come from the Olsen twins or Webster. I remember one incident that occurred when I was 3 or 4. My mom had just served me a hot dog which I thought was too hot. I asked that she put it on the stove top and turn it off so it would cool down faster. This made perfect sense to me, if the stove heated things up when it was on, why wouldn't it cool them off when it wasn't? Of course I recieved an uproar of laughter in response, and the thought was dismissed as just another Jerryism. These things are still brought up now and again, and I'm truly not sure my family will ever let me live them down. Then today I came across an article about a 'new' invention from the laboratories of Whirpool Appliances. "The only oven that thinks like a refridgerator" they call it. An, "Innovative idea from Whirlpool". It's basically my idea. Some old nerd at Whirlpool is getting rich off of an idea I had as a toddler. I think this says a lot about me. I also think there is a lesson to be learned here. Might want to try cooling that hot dog again, mom.