Have you ever wondered what the future will look like? Now, I'm not talking about the time horizons we look at in the business community, where a five year forecast is taken with a healthy dose of salt. I'm not even talking 20 or 50 years. I'm thinking the big century mark (which, when you come to think of it is a blink of an eye in geologic time). I don't think anyone living in 1908 would have ever imagined iPods, F-18 fighters, Mars rovers, Goth kids or metrosexual men. I doubt our ability to forecast the next century is any better. Will we have beach-front property in the San Bernardino mountains? Flying cars, teleportation, computers embedded in your brain with miniature monitors implanted in your cornea? A growing human colony on Mars? What will social interaction look like, how long will attention spans be?
Nothing is for certain, however, I do hope they still have donuts. Granted, I don't expect to be alive in 2108 (then again, a technological breakthrough might create artificially longer life spans), however, I hate to imagine a world without the circular pastries we all know and love. What would the adverse effects of a world without donuts be on the collective human psyche and the general quality of life of our descendants? Fortunately, donuts are still around and thanks to Jim Johnson we have four dozen of them waiting at my desk. So come do your part to keep this exhilarating tradition alive.