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In Search of Lost Time

Sipping a Peppermint White Chocolate Mocha
and eating a Greek Yogurt Parfait @ Starbucks
Tammy tweets me at the same time Chandler texts
Mariah Carey has strolled by me on the sidewalk

where everyone is taking selfies, checking email on
their cellphones, blogging and podcasting Adele’s
latest hit that does not include the fact that Freetown
is the capital of Sierra Leone,
which I learned from

Frank on Facebook who suggested I link-surf Wikipedia,
stream the most recent episode of Downton Abbey,
share images on Instagram of last night’s imbroglio
that I snapped using my Galaxy S6, a smartphone

with a gazillion uses that are held together by gravity,
dark matter and a belief that boredom and stagnation
can be beaten by Google and PlayStation while doing
New York Times crossword puzzle on my MacBook

Air where I am desperately seeking to answer the
question how did people before the digital age exist
without YouTube.

  © Martin H. Levinson

Meditations in an Emergency

Chanting om takes too long when the universe is
   expanding faster than a spaceship full of monkeys
on a trip to see the magic kingdom, which is New York
  City baby, full of hustle and muscle to jump on the

E train at rush hour, visit Ground Zero and think   about the fifties looking for reds under the beds, erecting fallout shelters in apartment buildings,   hoping Khrushchev won’t nuke the Big Apple

till we graduate high school, go to college, get a   job and a girl we can have fun with to take our  minds off Castro’s threats to fire Russian rockets at   Los Estados Unidos which JFK called his bluff on 

and LBJ raised the ante through the Vietnam War that   Ayatollah Khomeini didn’t give a bleep about as he had hostage fish to fry and Ronald Reagan asked why keep   US marines in a Beirut barracks blown-up by a suicide 

bomber with no concern for the common man whose pain  was felt by Bill when he shelled a pharmaceutical factory  in Sudan trying to get Al-Qaeda so we wouldn’t be   bushwhacked into searching for WMDs and the war on 

terror, a conflict we’ve been waging one way or another   since the founding of the republic.

  © Martin H. Levinson

The History of Where It’s @

No one really knows how it first started out,   that thing called the snail by Italians,  little monkey tail by the Dutch, the sine qua

non of Internet communication whose obscurity   ended in ‘71 when a techie teleyped a  message to himself in Cambridge Mass using 

the graceful curlicue on top of the two. With   that message @ became where it’s at  for electronically connecting to humans or 

facsimiles thereof and hallelujah, no more phone   conversations or getting together with  mundane mortals which means breakups can be 

done via Facebook and Twitter, your pain can be   posted on Instagram, anguish can be  blogged, you and your ex can be alone together   with righteous illusions of who was to blame,   how things should have been.

  © Martin H. Levinson