I am 30, and I work for a technology website, but don't identify as a technology expert. So, I am young and stupid. I am also optimistic and curious, and I have a platform from which to bottle my ideas and toss them into the ocean of the internet, hoping they land on sunny shores. To celebrate my good fortune and flaunt what naïveté hasn't been squashed by a decade as a professional writer, I would like to share the technology I want in my life by the age of 60.
A reasonable solution for data security. Portions of my house rely on my Wi-Fi network, all of my banking happens online, and every image and video I've ever taken is uploaded to a service owned by a company responsible for the dominant tool with which we search the internet. I am as scared of individuals hacking my personal information as I am companies exploiting it. Right now, we have become complacent with companies entering and exiting our digital homes, but I would like a security system that affords me security from all nefarious people, even the ones with thick business cards.
A podcast ecosystem that's more than poorly curated MP3s. I had the good fortune to play a small role in the production of Limetown, a show by my friends Zack Akers, Skip Bronkie, and Dave Yim, along with dozens of other actors, writers, and sound designers. I think it's a smart, fun drama and has found success thanks largely to curation from Apple. I also host The Verge's What's Tech?, which too has benefited from Apple's support on the front page of iTunes. Both shows are very different in terms of scope, production quality, and audience, yet they rely on the same basic premise: get good ratings, get more subscribers, and hope for promotions on a single platform. Podcasts have the potential to be a new form of media, unlike radio and music, but I think, at their fundamental level, as files that play on a media device, they have yet to evolve from caterpillar into world-devouring butterfly.
Job security on the internet sounds nice
A healthy monetization of content on the internet. Readers don't want to pay for the internet; readers don't want ads; readers want better, expensive reporting and less "Clickbait." When I want to feel bad about my future, I read The Awl's brilliant reporting on how screwed I am, which I chase with the nearest Top 10 Videos of Bears in Public Places.
More hardware that solves tangible problems. I am ready for the electric car, sure, but I also want to live in the age in which humankind discovers the next spatula or the instant food freezer. I became an adult in the age of apps, surrounded by billion-dollar companies that make zero dollars a year because they don't, at first, sell anything — other than my data and my attention. I am ready for more Musk-like ideas, but from people nothing like Musk. May the next three decades be so washed in inventorship that we must double the workforce at the US patent office.
True universal health care. My dad worked every day not because he loved his job, but because I was born with a cleft lip and losing stable health care threatened to bankrupt our family. As a creative, I am too familiar with talented individuals having to sacrifice their dreams — dreams that pay, but don't provide proper health benefits — to take careers that torpedo their ambitions and hopes. I fear that I will have the burden of my father, a burden that was as incongruous then as it is now.
A cure for cancer. Fuck cancer.
I'd also like peace on Earth, a Congress that works, my dog and wife to live forever, to stop aging, to enjoy running more, and a permanent basketball hoop alongside our driveway, but I understand I can't get everything I want. So, let's just start with cancer and work our way up. See you in 2045.