The Lindbergian Fantasy

Every time you drive a car, crank up your stereo, use a blender, or even romantically dim a rheostat (part of your mind is loving how much *power* you have, wielding electrons at whim).  As your television warms up, those few seconds are like the opening scenes of the space odyssey: we're in awe of how plain fucking awesome we are.  In our own little ways, every day, we live out the Lindbergian fantasy: man & machine, coming together greater than the sum of the parts.