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You read right. Web 22.0. Not web 3.0 or web 9.0 or even web 21.0 (all passé…google them) but Web 22.0. You heard it here first.

More about Web 22.0 below…but here’s the set-up first.

I tweeted yesterday, quite innocently, if I may add

‘ Steve Jobs is already working on a better version of you.’

I expected the tweet to go unnoticed since hootsuites magnificent metrics measured my Klout at a bottom scraping 10.

Not to be.

‘@Rawkreative Already standing in line RT @jacobvar: Steve Jobs is already working on a better version of you.’

I already knew that- Facebook had checked him in. I had to warn @rawkreative  that things were going to get worse.

‘ be careful, Zuckerberg has hidden the privacy settings on it.’ I subtly twitformed him.

However as a matter of public interest it’s my duty to divulge more in this blog post.

Steve has decided to name that better version of you ‘Web 22.0‘. Holding the iphone correctly is only one of the things that better version of you (called Web 22.0) will be capable of.

Don’t be alarmed. All the ‘social media marketing consultants’ that matter have already written blog posts (not in public domain yet) about how you should behave as Web 22.0.

It’s all laid out for you. Web 22.0 will be your adulthood, its been decided conclusively, you will have an infinitely better existence as Web 22.0.

What is not sure is if the Google, Verizon duo will love you- Web 22.0, on broadband as much as on wireless. Zuckerberg has decided to love you regardless, since you keep no secrets from him. You will be ‘public domain’.

Have any ideas on how Web 22.0 should be? Please feel free to comment or simply open up a wiki page on it and inform me. We can probably have inconsequential but serious deliberations. We can, at the least, laugh at our digitally recorded foolish notions when we finally become what we can be…Web 22.0!.

‘Was the last tenant a smoker?’ too innocent a question to unsettle the super so.

‘No! Smoking is prohibited in the building!’, he replied with terse finality. ‘Goodbye’ he continued to avoid her eyes. He suddenly seemed to be in a rush to go wherever it was he wanted to go to.

A decidedly abrupt ending to what was an amicable chat till then, thought Karen. He had helped her carry her boxes up the stairs. He had even gone out of his way to move a rocking chair, into her apartment, from the adjoining corridor saying  ‘Abandoned by the previous tenant, its yours if you want it’.

Anyway, she was tired from her trip. It was her first time using the U-Haul truck solo and the drive from Toronto had drained her. She had expected to get to Montreal before dark.

The rental was easy enough to get to even after sunset…in the heart of the McGill ghetto. She was pleased when she found out that the rent paid for wifi too. The McGill professor, also the landlord, took great pains to remind her of this fact during their negotiations.

‘Even though it is a reconfigured townhouse from the 1800’s’ he stressed. Almost as if he knew that it did matter to her since she did not have to rush on a smart phone purchase. Her trusty laptop could do for now.

She found that her newly acquired rocking chair was a comfortable spot for some digital surfing. After checking her inbox and finding nothing of great consequence, she hopped onto Twitter.

@tomcruise-BLOG: Mind-blowing Minority Report technology for real!? Watch video of new tech pulled straight from the screen: http://clicky.me/Gspeak

Tom Cruise – her moms first love and the only reason Karen was following his verified twitter account. She almost ‘unfollowed’ him when she figured out that his PR folks were managing and ghost-writing his blog and twitter account. But this post was interesting…she liked ‘Minority Report’ and the blog post showcased a good likeness of the technology she first saw in that movie.

Then the distinct smell of cigarette smoke and someone literally breathing down her neck. The breath was ICE COLD! She froze, whirled around. Nothing. The smell seemed to be receding too.

She better take a shower and get to bed, she decided, leave the unpacking for the next day.

The water was warm and she looked forward to bed, even though it was just a mattress on the bare but recently polished wood paneled floor.

As she stepped out of the bathroom the place reeked of cigarette smoke again. It almost made her physically sick. She had to talk to the super about this. Tomorrow. Time to sleep now.

She was surprised that she found herself fearfully staring into the darkness before her, for so long. She thought she would be asleep as soon as she hit the bed.

Maybe it was the smell. ‘No! Smoking is prohibited in the building!’ Her tired mind was playing tricks on her. Convincing her she was in the audience of…

Very so often it’s the simplest of things that draw your attention back to things that really matter.

Things that we know all along but are easily submerged, by the deluge of distraction in our digital lives.

That’s how the kids summer vacation went by. Compared to most, I do spend a lot of time with the kids…doing things together. Simple but enriching stuff.

Regular walks around the neighborhood. Hiking. Biking trips. Movies in the park.

Things that will form the memories of our lives together as a family. Beyond the reality shows and the hottest gadget, games or trends of the day.

However, there was so much more to do this summer. When I spent most of my time in the digital deluge.

@breakawaydad  does not tweet that much, I imagine he is away doing the more important stuff. His rare twitter appearances remind me to break away and do the bigger stuff…be a dad.

So tomorrow, the week before summer vacation ends. We wake up at 6 am to go climb a mountain.

Thanks @breakawaydad!
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