A message from the future
On December 31, New Years Eve, I was sitting at my computer in the early afternoon, when I received a message from the future.
Since my dear friend and stalwart webmeister Luke Melia has a new gig, and thus has had to reluctantly relinquish his JDM web site duties, I’ve hired a new team of programmers to take over. They are at work even as I write and you read, invisibly and seamlessly revamping the machinery and paving the way for some new features in 1008.
So I’m sitting there, and my Skype instant-messaging window pops up and says, “Hi John . . .” It’s Ritu, the leader of the programming team. Ritu and his team live in India. He says, “We have just entered the new year.” Where I sit, it is bright midday, New Years Eve, 2007. Where Ritu sits, it is one minute after midnight, January 1, 2008. He’s messaging me from a different year.
A message from the future.
Later, Ana and I went out for the evening and gave each other messages from the future all through dinner. For me, there are pieces of the year still hidden behind a haze of unknowing, yet there are also pieces of it that are as clear as that Skype instant message from Ritu. I continue sending myself those message every day. In fact, that’s how I start every day now: with an instant-message transmission from the future me to the present me, featuring tantalizing previews of coming attractions.
What messages are you giving yourself from the future?