einsteinMoney may not buy happiness but statistically at least it appears to buy longevity. The pricey Principality of Monaco has the world’s oldest life expectancy – 87.2 years. The USA is #34 at 79.8 years, tied with Costa Rica. US women live longer than men (82.2 years vs. 77.4 years) Among lifetimes in states California ranks #4. Hawaii is #1. In California counties once again it seems the more money you have, the longer you’ll carry on. Marin is both #1 in longevity (81.6 years) as well as highest per capita income. Obsession with extending lifespans is a booming industry starting with Larry Ellison whose foundation is working on us all living to 150. Only this morning I saw yet another anti-aging ad, this one for something called Immortality Now. Scary.

How excited are we about the new AppleWatch? Not so much unless it comes with a magnifying glass. Would Steve Jobs  have approved of the overly busy design with tiny apps spinning around the face of the watch? I doubt it. If you are a tech klutz like me with fat fingers it is going to be crazy making. All very Dick Tracy. Although I admit that it’s pretty cool to be able to use it to reserve a hotel room then when you get there wave your wrist in front of the door and open it. What’s next? Computerizing our fingernails?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a complete Luddite when it comes to technology. Uber is a great idea for seniors, in fact for anyone who wants to keep their blood pressure down in the Bay Area’s increasingly teeming traffic. And especially for geezers whose driving skills are, putting it politely, not improving with age. I know of a very smart family with busy teenage children who solved their carpooling problem by giving them all Uber accounts.

I was never that big of a Joan Rivers fan but after seeing “A Piece of Work”, the documentary about her, a few years ago, I was won over by her insane work ethic, generosity, survival skills and refusal to be sentimental about growing older, expressed in her response to various fools by her signature rejoinder, “Oh grow up!”

Yes, I admit that every year I feel a hint of a twinge of an urge to go to Burning Man. The reveling looks very tempting. It would be like visiting my 60’s youth all over again, like the return of the Be-In with a much bigger dose of art. But the desert heat is a red flag as even in the mild Bay Area a good part of my day is spent hydrating. You can get a Burning Man vicarious thrill by seeing the documentary “Spark”.

 

 

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