I just found this thing in my inbox, Reno Roundup. It's an information email
sent to everyone who is at the ACB Convention. Of course, everyone there is
technically proficient and is probably reading the thing on their smart
phones or God knows what. And the sponsor is Uber, you know the wonderful
transnational corporation that is putting all the taxicab companies out of
business and employing people in the "gig economy". The world is someone
else's world, not mine. It's barely recognizeable. Well, why not? My
doctor's office is more like an assembly line with technicians, rather than
a medical practice. Our President is a reality show star. People wander
around the lobby and elevator in my apartment building talking to
themselves, or maybe to someone else. I can't see if there's anyone there.
Or maybe to me although they don't refer to me by name. Oh no, actually,
they're all talking on cell phones.
Miriam