problem is, the first superbowl was in 1967.
i would be sent back 64 years.
you do the math![]()
problem is, the first superbowl was in 1967.
i would be sent back 64 years.
you do the math![]()
I would get a job in a shop, keep low, then invest in Apple!
I'd be sent back to 1961.
So, I'd probably work in advertising, with the knowledge of upcoming trends and shifts in culture, I could be very successful. I'd then buy a home in California somewhere, and insert myself into the area I'd need to be, to become involved with ILM in Van Nuys in '75. I'd be 53 in 1975, so I'd be too old to be a model shop hippie, lol. But I sure as hell would take pictures of everything at the very least
I'd also see a LOT of bands play (The Beatles, Joy Division, etc), travel, and drink staggering amounts of whiskey.
I'd copyright and patent as much as i could think of.
A smart route but you would have to know everything about it.
Hmmm... Is 1953 early enough for me to get the Post It notes gig? How about white out? Just in case I'd better look up the ingredients to white out now.
Either that or I could steal velcro. Pretty sure '53 is early enough for that.
Either way you look at it, you'd probably be in the retirement stage regardless of what you tried to invest in. Having only knowledge of some very current trends, I'd be waiting for those investments closer to when I'm 80...
I'd also buy a bunch of Accutron Spaceviews, and Alden Cordovan shoes in their "affordable" era!
Yes, a "watcher", exactly!
See the Beatles at the Cavern Club. The Cure at the Hope and Anchor (and the Crawley town gazebo as teenagers!), The Smiths when they liked each other, The Nipple Erectors/Nips to see a not-quite-as-damaged Shane MacGowan, Jimi Hendrix before he broke, Woodstock, The Sex Pistols, The Clash, Crass, everything at CBGBs in 1976/77 (be one of the four people (five if you include the dog) to see that one Ramones show), and KATE BUSH LIVE IN 1979 on EVERY tour date.
Be on the grassy knoll.... so much to witness and just drink in...
Best bet is to collect those things you know will fetch a high price in the future. I would save alot of action figures. Transformers, Voltron, Robotech, etc.
Collect movie and music posters, 12" vinyls of guys like the Beatles and Velvet Revolver. Get alot of rookie cards for different sports!
I'll play!
I'm 26, so I'd be sent back 64 years to 1948. Ouch. That wasn't really a fun time, was it? Just after WWII, everyone getting back on their feet...Well at least I missed the war, right?
What would I do with my future knowledge? I wish I could say I'd get rich on gold and/or the stock market, but I know nothing about those things. If all I had with me was what was on my person, and the skills in my head, I guess I'd go to New York and try to join the theatre, already knowing which productions would eventually become famous! I'd try to work on the plays and musicals that are still famous today, maybe even move on to Hollywood. Might not get rich and famous, but everyone knows the 1950s were the golden years of Hollywood. You could probably make a good living and have a fantastic, interesting life.
The late 40's & 50's in North America were a boom for MANY industries. Just being of the mindset that gets you on a forum like the RPF would mean you likely have a future in some production company in NY or Hollywood.
Still not easy to get in but if you know your stuff easier than it is now.![]()
I'd be sent back to 1948.
I would arrive in 1948 as a complete non-entity. I have no cash in my wallet, because of I've been relying on my debit card (not to mention that modern cash would seem fake to locals). My ID looks like a joke, expensive because of the color photograph, but a joke none the less. I'm also dressed like a slob, compared to the locals, who are all wearing suits and hats. I would end up in a bread line or a church. Would the Army take me with no identification? Not sure. Maybe I could find some unskilled labor under someone who doesn't ask too many questions. But then, due to the labor practices of the time, I'd like as not get worked to death for dismal pay. I'd live out my life in a boarding house. I might be able to make some money as an illustrator, but my lack of credentials and identity would dominate my life.
I'd be sent back to 1956.
In spite of the legitimate hurdles that Steve Starkiller references, I think I may have found a way to make decent money: start writing "speculative fiction." Even if I don't write, say, Star Wars, many of the tropes used in it are available. Same with much of the great sci-fi we all enjoy.
And, of course, there's also the "near future" speculative fiction about stuff I know is going to happen. Without revealing specific details, (e.g. "In 1960, a man named Kennedy will be elected president. He will be dead from a sniper's bullet 4 years later."), I could certainly "speculate" about technological and societal developments. (e.g., "The ubiquity of the television set will revolutionize the delivery of information and development of culture. Eventually, such devices will give way to more interactive information repositories where people can look up nearly any piece of information they want....and look at porn.")
I wondered about the ID thing. It's not as if there were computer databases of birth records etc. And I would certainly appear backwards enough for people to buy that I grew up on or farm or something. Even knowing what I do about the 40s from classic movies, I would still always seem out of place.
Fair enough about the Korean War, though. I was mostly thinking about where my food and board were going to come from.
The biggest hurdle will always be the identity. Even if you "grew up in a farm" there would be a county record of your birth. I deleted this from my first response, but I thought about just walking into a hospital/police station/church and saying I don't know who I am. But I do not know if that means you would be locked up and pumped full of of drugs or if they would just x-ray your head until it glowed and send you on your way with a copy of the police report when they can't find anything wrong.
As for being a writer, that would probably be a second job. There is a reason a lot of writers seem to pump out novels: they don't make much. I remember a quote from, I believe Neil Stephenson, that said authors are maybe middle class. You would probably have to sell the movie rights to make any real money.
As for the other jobs people are talking about: Just HOW would you get them? Want a job in advertising? They probably do not just hire people off the street. Especially people who do not have even a high school diploma.
I think the people doing sculpting or hand carving wood on here are the ones who would have it the easiest. Get jobs as artists (possibly starving). Just don't do the head of a xenomorph from Alien.
All I have to really do is take my iPhone to Washington DC and broker a deal with the US Govt for the knowledge in my head. Or, they kill me. LOL
Agreed your biggest first hurdle.
However there were enough transients out there that it probably wouldn't be too difficult to start a new life. You could always go the old route of identity theft. Some infant that died, getting their birth certificate and building from there. Just make sure you get the cert. in a different state to the rest of the ID and you're likely fine. They didn't really have a way of checking back then that didn't involve a tonne of work and you wouldn't be worth it unless you seemed suspicious.
I keep thinking about the kinds of rags to riches stories you hear coming out of these eras. You know "I started in the mail room, and now I own this company". But then again, those kinds of people were a tougher lot, raised in the depression. People like me, who grew up comparatively pampered, would probably just get stuck in the mail room.
As for selling fancy phone technology to the government and/or scientists: well, the phone is going to die within a matter of days (if not hours, depending on how fancy your phone is) And then it's just an inert pile of circuit boards that would look nothing like any computing or electronic technology of the time. Not to mention that if you were trying to show it to someone, and to them you were a seemingly crazy, poorly dressed, non-entity, trying to sell a weird and functionless object, you'd have a very hard time of it.