Alvin was the guy who coined the term information overload in 1970, waaaaay before Facebook and Twitter and 50,000 "apps" (even before Franklin Day Planners, I think). This dude was/is some kind of genius (he's alive and 83 and got his wife an iPad for their 50th wedding anniversary,--which she has not taken out of the box yet because she " looked at the instruction manual online and that dang thing would take forever to download" ). I think if I knew Mrs. Toffler personally I would like her an awful lot. Life with Alvin can't be a Kuchenlauf.
Anyway, I would remiss if I didn't note the anniversary of this book because, honestly, there are certain times in life when I think of Alvin a bunch. Like, say, whenever I watch Futurama, or when someone mentions the Space Pope. When I read about robots giving therapy to autistic kids or officiating as priest-bots in Japanese weddings or working as remote-controlled beer-serving slaves. Also when there are 1600 messages in my gmail inbox, or when I think too hard about microwaves or the end of analog TV. Those are times I think of Alvin (and Mrs. T. a little, too), and I'm kind of in awe.