
Just because we don’t understand the complicated technology coming our way doesn’t mean we can’t all laugh at it. So I thought I’d try to see the funny side of things and write about it.
A friend who also writes once told me that posting your writing online is like standing in traffic and pulling your pants down to see what kinds of comments you get. I have not tried this, but I knew someone who did stand in the road with his pants down. But he had some personal issues. I don’t know if the guy with his pants down was a writer too, or stuck to the performing arts.
Most of us lack that level of artistic dedication. Writing is hard, and letting other people see that writing is even harder. Not as hard as practicing medicine, in my opinion. Medicine is really hard, unless you’re a dermatologist or something. After I got too tired to practice medicine, I started writing about it. Medicine is changing as fast as everything else in the world, so maybe I can shed a little light on what it all means.
Along with my writing, I’ve had way too much experience with inventing. I invented several fascinating things that the buying public had no use for. It turns out business and inventing are really hard. I failed at several business ventures based on my inventions too. One of the business failures involved feeding Hot Mexican Peanuts to seagulls. Really.
But I also have essays about new technology. Why? Well, technology is changing the world pretty fast, and I want to know how these changes will affect my friends and family. But mostly I want to know how our changing world will affect my Social Security. So I pay attention.
The essays I write about technology, medicine, and business are supposed to be informative and funny. If they aren’t, at least they’re short and easy to read. I hope you read them, and maybe even comment. That way, together we can start to figure out what it all means. And maybe you’ll subscribe to my free newsletter. I will post a new essay once or twice a week until I run out of ideas or I receive a petition asking me to stop. And I promise not to post any pictures of me standing in traffic with my pants down.
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