Suspended in time...

Hmmm

If I made me a deal with some Iranians, got me some plutonium got a Delorean, fixed my flux capacitor, travelled back in time, kidnapped my dad, brought him back to the future (Get it? Get it?). The conversation I would like to have with him would be this... Do you think the summer of ‘69 is better than the summer of 09??

My Dad was born in 1938; I was born in 82… My dad if today was 1969; would have been 30... I am 26… I think we would have been able to have a sensible conversation about which year is better.

First of all, at this point in the year 1969, The United Kingdom had just severed diplomatic ties with Rhodesia (currently Zimbabwe) , my dad having grown up in a segregated Rhodesia, I am pretty sure would be happy to hear Robert Mugabe is currently the President of Zimbabwe^… I am pretty sure he would also be disappointed to hear that Robert Mugabe is STILL the President of Zimbabwe.

I think, my dad was probably a lot funkier than me^... the fro^ (currently trying to grow my own*) and the music^, dress sense was DEFINATLEY a lot cooler^. I can Imagine the distressed expression on his face after explaining to him what Autotune is^ (disclaimer: my dad is still alive and he still probably doesn’t know or care what Autotune is*, but I would like to imagine he was a lot cooler back in 69). I am sure he would be happy to hear Jay-Z is trying to kill Autotune* (then proceed to ask me why we would rely on a guy called J-Z^)

‘69 was the year of Woodstock, my Dad was Still in Zimbabwe at the time, but from what I Understand, Woodstock was all about expression and linking with like-minded people... Woodstock at the time was apparently about the Underground Movement. I think the ol man and me would have disagreed on the relevance of underground music, at the time back In Rhodesia, my dad was and still is a big Elvis fan… His current explanation has something to do with Elvis being big in Rhodesia with the white people AND the black people. I guess that’s pretty relevant… mentioning the Black Eyed Peas and Eminem would be silly as a rebuttal. I suspect my nonexistant son (if I have anything to do with it) will probably still be bumping Jimi Hendrix, sly and the family stone, The Who, etc, while current “pop” acts will be forgotten^.

The Beatles gave their last performance, in the summer of 69^, and Michael Jackson died in 09*.

My dad and I are both not Native New Yorkers, but both lived\live here*^… But as far as integration goes, in the summer of 09, I can say that my Mayor is Jewish, Governor is Black and so is my President!***********************

At this point in the conversation, my dad would call me a liar!!!!!!!!!!!**

I admit that walking on the moon is cool^^… I am pretty sure he would be disappointed that no one has been there since^, (considering a 99c calculator bought today could have powered the Apollo mission^).

The iconic (fluke) Woodstock festival came to be ... which apparently inspired a generation^.

In this era, we don’t have a Woodstock, or burning guitars^, but we have a Facebook*, Myspace, YouTube*, Twitter* and the Bloggers***. The generation is alive, we are not relying on a few icons (I – the blogger was even the Time man of the year at one point)...

We are more connected. We don’t need a Woodstock!

I think that if we had to ask my (currently non-existent) son in which era he would have rather lived in I am sure he would chosen this one… We don’t have a Woodstock, but more and more people have blog’s (none as good as this one!) but still we are here, more international, universal. More connected than ever before.

Where I will concede victory for ‘69 is the financial situation… Bank’s keep on telling us they have insufficient funds when we try and withdraw money from our accounts^^^

Stillll…. I would rather be here (09) than there (69)…

(Obama will fix the insufficient fund problem)


I wonder what my non-existent Kids would think if they ever saw this, in 2039^







* Point to me
^ Point to Dad

I'm sorry

My sweetest Berry, I'm sorry…


I really am, you are my love… my passion…

Without you, I now see that my life is meaningless, I am an empty vessel without you… I was stuck to you, just like glue... I never thought I would have ever (and ever ever) let you go…

I remember first hearing about you, I was a little pessimistic at first, and I was thinking this is just too good to be true... I heard about your problems… constant non-responsiveness, switching off. I remained faithful to you, you kept on trying to better yourself, upgrading yourself (it's a shame i would only hear about these things through third parties, and not officially)

I remember being excited waiting for you to get delivered to me (much to the chagrin of my friends). I will never forget that day; I kept on looking outside to see if you had arrived... When I finally heard the bell ring and welcomed you, that was the end of it all for me...

I remember getting aquatinted… playing with you… exploring you… discovering you…
Learning you… introducing you to my social networks…

I admit there where others, but none have ever been able to compare… I am with the others now… but you are still on my mind; I would give them all up just to get you back.

I went through you to access my bank accounts, news, and email, to be honest I even screened my friends based on if they where cool with you or not!!!

We did shady things together, fun things, when I was lost you showed me the way. I miss you my friend, companion, confidant; you kept me in touch with the world…, which in turn helped me, connect to myself!

You are my first thought when I wake up. Work, life, boring events all of it was only bearable because I had you by my hip, I should have paid more attention to you… been more vigilant… How I let, you get involved with this guy Mohammed I don’t know. I woke up today looked for you, got confused then I remembered I lost you...











Now if only this Mohammed mafacka could just return you… Before I get paid and just upgrade to a frigging Blackberry Tour… (Or pay the damn $50 for an insurance replacement)...

Stupid Phone!!!!!!!