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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi
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To: Dayuhan who wrote (47273)2/22/2000 3:21:00 AM
From: nihil  Read Replies (1) of 71178
 
Future of villages. I live in a village of 52 houses surrounded by mountains, cliffs and walls. One road leads up to it. Next to me on the mountain side a Kiwi world expert on Polynesian art writes his books on the internet; up the road a famous oceanographer communicates with his ship or home on the internet. Down the other road, a world economic development expert's empty home stands unpillaged while he is on mission. It's hard to find a board to run our condominium, but the tennis courts are always busy. You can tell exactly where the young beautiful blonde girl walks her beagle because all of the other dogs greet them as they walk. We don't have much time to interact. In the day there are more husbands than wives at home. We do wave to each other as we repair our roofs on the edge of the precipices after every storm. We are busy with the world and our gardens. We exchange our own books. I love oceanography and Polynesian art and economic development. The Japanese gardener who lives in our village and insults the wrekin with his leaf blower and keeps our xeroscapes taut and spare is the only person all of us know and like. Sometimes we get together to relay our roads or prune the thick foliage in the creek. A resident might help the tall, slender good-looking Samoan boy contract tree surgeon prune some tall koa trees at the risk of his life. All of us wonder when the blonde girl and the Samoan boy will meet and fall in love and make beautiful kids. No tree surgery or child birthing for me, any more, although as a youth I topped the tall Georgia pines on the mountain side before dropping the stripped trunks neatly between the mountain flowers in the vale, and bred a dusky race of sons who ran, and shouted, and cast their lances in the sun.
Sometimes several of us will take an SUV and make a major expedition to COSTCO to buy wondrous things gathered from the seven seas. But most times, its FDX delivering e-commerce orders of wondrous things gathered from the 180 nations.
Sometimes I think we are the future.
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