Finished reading the classic, Jurassic Park, by Michael Crichton. It was an amazing page turner... if I wasn't so tired at night... I would've stayed up and finished it in one sitting. The book goes much deeper into the science, the nuance, and the ethical dilemmas of technology.
The character Ian Malcolm even says (along the lines of), "In the olden days, our forefathers would work 20 hours a week on their farms. With the dawn of technology and the industrial revolution, we find ourselves working longer hours and be more stressed out to a point. Are we moving forward or backwards?"
As the old saying goes... the book is better than the movie. In this case... I dunno. I have to hand it to Steven Spielberg. His reimagining of Jurassic Park and the lasting images branded into our hearts really puts that old adage to a test. From the casting... to that first encounter with the brontosaurus... down what to cut and add to the plot... it was downright impeccable.
Jurassic Park also has a special place in my heart. Went to watch the movie during the last week of freshman year when I was still trying to find friends in high school. AMC Kabuki... with lunch at Sizzler on Geary. And it was a little sad or embarrassing that I had to almost beg to be allowed to go with that group. Still vaguely remember those phone calls or sitting by the phone waiting for Susan to call. Thankfully... it followed by a great beach day... followed by the summer that broke the dam. And the rest is history. On all the backs of the T-rex and those annoying velociraptors.
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