THE FUTURE OF MONEY Bernard A. Lietaer - library.uniteddiversity ...

I had dreamt that I was in San Francisco, at the colourful
intersection where Haight Street meets Golden Gate Park. I was
sitting in a coffee shop, next to a little shop with a garish sign saying
'Tsutomo Tattoos'. I was overhearing a long monologue of a parent
talking to an adolescent. There was a calendar hanging on the wall in
the coffee shop - a calendar of the year 2020.
This is how the monologue went.
Haight Street 2020
I got this first one at Nike. Back in '94. 1 was 23, a kid. I worked there
delivering - get this - mail. Yeah, paper. Yeah, back when you still
could cut down trees. Anyway. We all got them. Sort of stated the
thing, you know? The 'tatsume', tattoos to mark your jobs, your
history, your path. The tat identified you as family.
This one is from Microsoft. No, I don't mean 'Sonysoft'. Microsoft,
back when Gates was alive. Yeah, you've heard of him. That's the
Windows 95 banner, well, reworked to be the Windows 98 banner. I
did phone support. Yes, humans did that, punt I lived in Seattle at
the time. A bunch of us lived together in a house near Capitol Hill. It
wasn't a commune or some other hippified label that you find in the
does. Those days, we were only sharing living space: we didn't share
anything else. No, not even companions, this was before me
treatment.
I met this really great woman in San Francisco - I ended up moving
down here in ‘99. That's the logo for Java Jonestown, the coffeehouse
where I worked in North Beach. Strange things started happening
just after that. Religious nuts got the Millennium fever and spread a
feeling of unreality and fear of the future in almost all aspects of
everyday life.