Showing posts with label The New Yorker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The New Yorker. Show all posts

Monday, May 16, 2016

The Future Might Be Here


from The New Yorker


Yesterday, Sunday, my husband ordered a new router for our computers from Amazon: same day delivery, free. Last night as we were getting in the car to leave for dinner, a long, shiny black limousine pulled up in front of our house.

The driver got out, I walked to the street to meet him, curious about his being in front of our house at all.

He was delivering the router. No joke. Amazon's delivery vehicle was a limo with a limo driver. He told me that his car is, in fact, a limo, and that he is, in fact, a limo driver. But when demand for limo service is slow, he delivers packages for Amazon.  

Well I never.....



The cartoon is a joke, i.e., not serious, i.e. not real.

I wonder how long, though, before it IS reality.

Friday, June 29, 2012

And BG

(Before Google)From The New Yorker magazine


Did it used to be OK to not know something? I'll have to Google that.....