Al Gore, Keanu Reeves, and the Third American Revolution
Chapter One 12/13/00 (a Shakespearean sonnet)

I CROSSED PATHS WITH KEANU REEVES, TODAY.
He strolled right by as I was walking out
of Midnight Special Bookstore. What to say?
     He's not the president, but he has clout.

	Within new global culture, he's a god.
  The power to attract an audience,
      	and so a venture cap'tal lightning rod.
Just walking down the street with no defense . . .

       . . . except civility, and heaven's grace.
And, by the rules, I could not stop him long.
  But if you code 'the future' with his face,
      the signal that transmits is super strong.	

And so I stopped him long enough to send
the first genetic string. . .  Where will this end?