October 21, 2015
So, we finally caught up to Marty McFly’s fictional future. Hurray! That means we get to complain about all of the cool things we were promised but never given. It also means that, tomorrow, we will be officially hurtling into the unknown true future, a place of possibility but great uncertainty, a place where technology could overrun humanity or humanity could overrun technology, a place where Marty McFly is no longer our compass but a passenger on the DeLorean ride to the…future, but a place that might, just might, have hoverboards and self-lacing Nikes. Just might.
That’s all assuming Marty McFly doesn’t hang around until the following day–it’s been so long since I’ve seen Back to the Future, Part 2.
At any rate, I wanted to join the bandwagon of celebrating our merging of real life with movie fiction by calling up some pop culture history this week. So, over the course of the next few days, I want to present new reviews, essays, and other fun things to loosely tie into Back to the Future Day and all that it implies.
Come back tonight, starting at 8pm EST, for the official launch of Drinking Cafe Latte at 1pm‘s Back to the Future Day celebration. I’m not offering anything revolutionary here, but I am offering some fun blasts from the past. So, check back often this week, as I’m planning to post something new and loosely relevant each night, and in some cases, like tonight, multiple relevant things.
Here’s the tentative calendar:
Tonight at 8pm: A Goodreads review of my favorite book of all time.
Tonight at 9pm: A Goodreads review of my second favorite book of all time.
Tomorrow at 8pm: A review of my favorite movie of all time (from the year of the first Back to the Future).
Tomorrow at 9pm: An essay about hoverboards.
Friday at 8pm: A celebration of the 80’s best and most infamous hairstyle.
Friday at 9pm: A continuation of the infamous hair celebration, in the form of my infamous poetry.
Saturday and/or Sunday (time uncertain): TBA. Check back here for an update.
Hope you come back to see what’s cookin’.