So much to do so little time. I have lost the concept of free time, there is time at work and then there is time working at home. If I’m not working on something at home I’m slacking (not relaxing) the same way one would slack at a job. It’s kind of stressful but I manage I guess, this is the life I’m cursed with, might as well live it to the fullest.
Imagine a world where your every move was tracked, where there were multiple databases of your bio-metric data, from your face to your voice. There were programs that could replicate your face and voice making a digital copy of you that was nearly impossible to distinguish from the real. Every communication was tracked and logged while powerful super AI’s worked to predict and figure out how best to sell you junk.
I was having a discussion with a friend of mine about the merits of working and what we would do if money was no object. If, for example, the government started a true universal basic income plan and everyone was handed enough money to buy food and pay rent on a good place, what would people do? He was convinced that people would despair and waste away but I thought differently.
As I’m sure many of you know I was once a pretty good athlete. I am that typical “peaked in high school” type of former athlete, where once I got to university and fell in love with partying and laziness I fell away from that life. Unlike those other peaked in high school types I don’t blame my failures on an injury, or the world at large, I know I am 100% responsible for every failure in my life (well, except one).
I consider myself the consummate failure when it comes to life in general. I fail at most everything I do, in fact the only thing I think I’ve succeeded at is my relationship and even that is debatable (you’d have to ask my partner what she thinks). Right now as I work on a new project and try to envision what success means for that project I find myself contemplating this central theme in my life.