“Question authority” is a phrase that has been around for centuries. It’s a call to think critically about the people in power and to not blindly follow their orders. But what if authority is actually funny?
Think about it. Authority figures are often portrayed as being stuffy, uptight, and humorless. They’re the ones who give us the rules, tell us what to do, and punish us when we break the rules. They’re the ones who make us wear uniforms, sit still, and raise our hands if we want to speak.
But what if authority figures were actually funny? What if they were the ones who made us laugh, told us jokes, and let us have fun? What if they were the ones who encouraged us to be creative, think outside the box, and question the status quo?
That would be a pretty funny world, wouldn’t it?
The above is my approach to the idiocy currently sweeping the nation these days – laughter instead of vitriol.
Imagine if my umbilical cord had not been cut many years ago!
I love cutting the modern day cord, why?
Portability: I can access the internet anywhere within range of a router and without cables.
Ease of setup: We can set up a wireless network without having to run wires or drill holes.
Flexibility: I can connect multiple devices such as computers, tablets, smartphones, and speakers without cables or adapters.
Communication: I can transfer data faster and more reliably than with wired networks.
Cost-effectiveness: I save money on wiring and maintenance costs now and forever.
ps the computer power contained in today’s smart phones is greater than that used by Apollo 11 for the moon landing; more memory, more speed, more storage. Amazing!
I have cut lots of cords in my lifetime as technology changed, but I’m still afraid to let go of that last cord that enables me to understand how to operate my television. Read More
By New York standards our apartment building is not very big with 16 floors and 187 apartments, and over the years we’ve come to know many of our neighbors altho certainly not all.
One day I was in the elevator when a women I’d seen in the building – but didn’t know – got on carrying a book. A reader myself, I couldn’t resist asking her what she was reading. She showed me her book and we talked about the author whom we both admired.
By the time the elevator got to the lobby we had made a lunch date and I had invited Liz to join my book club.
And now years later Liz and I are fast friends – thanks to the fortuitous timing of that elevator ride!
