Wow, that’s only 17 years from now. Well for one, I’ll have a 17-18 year old daughter! That’s scary. Presuming we survive the Mayan Earth Changes, that is. : ) (Hey, just because I don’t buy into popular Christian end-times views doesn’t mean I can’t give the Mayans their fair shake at captivating our culture with the doomsday-prediction game!) I’ll be 43 years old. I’m taking the exponential rate of technological change as a given. Just how much will be changed, I’m not able to speculate yet. (I need to read more Ray Kurzweil!) My guess is we’ll begin to have more integration with machines than we do now—I might be in the minority here, but this is an integration I’ll welcome with open arms, if it enables me to read, process, and recall more efficiently. As indicated above, I hope a typical day in 2025 will involve inexpensive, clean, and renewable energy. I hope to eat a meal that was 85% grown within 100 miles of my home. I hope that I’m purchasing less, and that what I am buying comes in either less packaging or more biodegradable packaging. If at least some of these innovations (or returns) are not met in 17 years, I shudder to think what kind of world we’ll be waking up to.