A Slice of Life

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day, Macbeth once observed and the day may come when we are asked by those yet to be why we made so little difference in the world with our time, talents and technology and we’ll stammer out something about our priorities and selfishness. Ouch. I for one hope it’s not today and if it is, then hope you already had lunch but if you didn’t, don’t worry because we’ve got more science to the rescue for you. 

In the days of my youth, when dinosaurs roamed the earth even before there was dial-up (yes, there was a time when not even dial-up existed; hard to believe I know, but true) we would have to call ahead and order a pizza, be it for pick-up or delivery. Yep, we once had to put our finger in the little holes on the rotary dial and give our wrist a twist. It was harrowing and time-consuming.

But the pizza was delicious-which I think was the whole point of the drill. That was then, and this is now, of course, and the rules have changed. Coming to a Pizza Hut near you, like it or not, sooner or later, will be an app not to order pizza-who doesn’t have that- but so that never again will your pizza yammer at your delivery driver, “are we there yet?”

I know, how did we live so long without this? Maybe it just felt long. Okay, so we’ve not cured aids or cancer or Ebola or even the common cold. We do have homeless and unemployed and underemployed around the world and a curious and unjust distribution of wealth and goods just about anywhere you look. Baby steps, my friend, baby steps. 

Now, we’ll know exactly how long it’ll be until our pizza arrives forever (wish I had an excited or perhaps excitable font). To you and me it may not seem like much (perhaps because it really isn’t), but by the time social media gets through with it, it’ll be The Second Sitting for the Last Supper only this time silverware, and pieces of, are optional.

-bill kenny