2006, A Space Odyssey

As a person born in the 70s (late 70s, but still), when I was little the year two thousand-anything sounded very far off and filled with gadgets we dreamed up on the Jetsons. I gotta say, I'm still waiting for Rosie to come and clean up after me.

Who would have thought we'd come so far, and yet, not so far at all. In a world were we can talk to people across the continent or across town while in our car, how is that we still don't know so much about one another? How come we've got all these things to make our lives "easier" and "simple," and they clutter up my purse, my car and my house and seem to add more steps?

And so, for 2006, I've decided to keep it real...er, simple. Why reach for the palm pilot when a piece of paper will do? I'll set aside my iPod in favor of some life music every once in a while. And, unlike Lance Bass, I will not be pursuing a trip to space.