The forces that rule over man’s deadlines have decided Keshet Mako (that’s where I work!) won’t be up during April, but we grit our teeth and we make sure we’re the best we can be in the time we’re given and we hope for an early launching. As for me, I’m still thirsty for more writers. So if you’re passionate about technology, if what happens online matters to you, and if you can write a damn sentence, drop us a note.

Stephen Hawking gave a less-than brilliant talk for the very brilliant TED. Hawking being hawking, he didn’t come over to do his talk, but telecast it from a borrowed classroom in Cambridge. As usual, he talked about, you know, life, the universe, everything. The talk was broadcast and everything was okay before someone noticed that while he was talking, the answer was there all along, on the board: on the upper right hand corner you can see it plainly: A=43-1. (Go to TED’s site for a close-up).

We are back from a forced hiatus; do expect non-daily, but still kinda-frequent updates from this moment on.

Well. It seems I am not just incerdibly pretty, but also a renowned net prophet. Story goes like this: it was February of 2007 and love was still fresh as I waded into the world of online journalism. My first piece for the Israeli nrg suggested fresh start-up ideas nobody thought of (caution: Hebrew): the News Yeller for the elderly, who also got the Electronic Grandson — a live-translation elderly to tech support guy service — and also the Porn Out Loud, which I said would bring the blind population closer to the warm embrace of the net:

Online, the blind are a severely disenfranchised minority. Not only you can’t send funny pics to your vision-impaired friends, not only they have nothing to do in YouTube, but just think of a porn-free internet! Brrrr.

So a year goes by and one day you wake up to find your weird dreams have taken shape. Here it is: Porn For the Blind. It’s a non-profit org dedicated to make life just a little bit filthier for those less fortunate. I tried to listen to the MP3 version of Eight Street Latinas, but succumbed to an uncontrollable fit of giggles. That’s the way it is: your dreams are meant for others.

Google has increasingly unfunny April Fools’ pranks. In one of them, you can now send emails into the past. They have a flux capacitor for that. The other implements cell phones, buckets and net-controlled devices to get you to wake up. But funny or not, lemme tell you, I wouldn’t mind. When Google does things, it does them well. And since no other tech company gets me to wake up… You know. And knowing Google, they won’t only wake you up; they’ll show up at your place with coffee and croissants.

Which is to say, the future definitely lies in a very actual Google presence in the real world. They will manage our lives much better than we ever did. And that’s okay with me.