As I See It: Predictions and Poetry
December 18, 2006 Victor Rozek
It’s that time of the year when pundits predict the coming sunrise and other longshots. Let’s face it though, whether the guesswork is educated or not, it’s still guesswork; and if you’re in the prediction business, it’s best to have a short memory. Or hope that your readers do. Unlike picking stocks, however, which dart-throwing monkeys do as well as stock brokers, IT offers even the most obtuse prognosticator the opportunity not just to get lucky, but to get it right. So here goes. Drum roll please. . . . I predict computer components will become smaller and faster and will provide more function for less money. Da-da!
Be scornful if you must, but if I was as right about picking stocks, I could retire. All right, so it’s not as spectacular as predicting the alien abduction of Sam Palmisano (actually, that’s scheduled for 2008), but it’s not like I’m predicting that personal computer purchases will overtake typewriter sales.
Still not convinced of my prognosticating prowess? OK, here are my Top 20 Predictions for 2007.
There you have it, right from the mouth of a modern day Nostradamus. And in the spirit of the Holiday Season, I offer the following poem with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, because nothing says Christmas like mangled poetry.
The Night Before
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Old manuals were stacked by the chimney with care
Young hackers were nestled all snug in their beds
But downstairs the parents were caught in a bind
Dad wanted more credit, Mom needed a drink
On iPod, on cell phone, on Xbox, on Wii
On flat screen, on laptop, on HDTV
And just when you thought that things couldn’t get worse
He broke in the house, put the gifts in his car
When the family awoke they got quite a scare
So they sat on the couch and felt bad for a while
It was later that day they began to discover
God de-stress us, everyone.