Gamma played in a piano concert last night and afterwards she was drinking Seven Up with her friend who also played and I was drinking beer with the friend’s parents at a table on the sidewalk outside this place that makes its own beer and sometimes, like apparently yesterday, hurries the beer a little with the result that it accelerates your digestion to a very remarkable degree the next day, because, man. And somehow I got on the subject of utopias, and how I think right now is a good time to be thinking about them, and about how things could be, because with so much going belly-up right now we have a choice between creating positive ideas or Dick Cheney firing bolts of explosive plasma from a flying chariot.
In my opinion.
What is your utopia?
My utopia is a good school system, including a new idea of what schools are and how they work. It is free health care and a ten hour work week. My utopia is a television channel that enables you to talk to the deceased, and a tree house. My utopia is a flying chariot that shoots bolts of explosive plasma, only I’m driving it.