This morning I woke up early and had breakfast, including an Anjou pear grown in South America, purchased for less than a dollar less than a mile from my house. I ate it while reading a British translation of an Italian author at my desk, which I assembled from a kit made in China. I think next I’ll send a near-instantaneous message to my friend living in Taiwan, before I pull on my Mexican-made shoes and walk to work, where I’ll ask my coworker how his parents (from Porbandar, India) are enjoying their visit so far.
This evening, I’m planning on going to an event held at a restaurant specializing in Japanese cuisine, before meeting some friends afterwords at an Irish-themed pub.
There is literally no part of life that isn’t globalized. And I’ll be damned if that isn’t one of the coolest things about living in the future.