The Sh*t L*st

I saw a couple sitting on a bench talking today. In the age of email, instant messaging, and now friendster, I thought how quaint and inefficient. In the time they spent chatting, giggling, perhaps brushing up against one another, they could have each exhanged online hundreds -- thousands! -- of messages equally cursory and impermanent. If elected governor of California, I will tear out all the park benches and in their place install computer terminals, information kiosks, and wireless hubs connected to the web.