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1984, my new Macintosh 512K gleamed before me So modern. I was on the cutting edge cusp of the techno revolution I remember the sound it made as you put in the start up disk That disk was so small, like smaller than a 45 record and stiff like a credit card We were all so techno. Everyone who was anyone in my dorm had ditched their IBM Selectrics for a Mac. I couldn't type, so this was a total just plain survival Being able to sleep through the sound of that dot matrix printer pounding out a paper you'd just finished at 9 AM for a 10 AM class became a dorm life skill I got an i-phone today. It's so kool and modern I am so techno and I look around the Verizon store and wonder how quaint a picture of this place will look in 50 years. What will be new then? This store will look like the computer that filled a warehouse to send astronauts to the moon. And it's that technology that gave me the i-phone What lasts? Ideas, meaning, poems, concepts, stories, universal truths...the same things the ancients could carry with them from camp to camp
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
Wired, at Last
1984, my new Macintosh 512K gleamed before me So modern. I was on the cutting edge cusp of the techno revolution I remember the sound it made as you put in the start up disk That disk was so small, like smaller than a 45 record and stiff like a credit card We were all so techno. Everyone who was anyone in my dorm had ditched their IBM Selectrics for a Mac. I couldn't type, so this was a total just plain survival Being able to sleep through the sound of that dot matrix printer pounding out a paper you'd just finished at 9 AM for a 10 AM class became a dorm life skill I got an i-phone today. It's so kool and modern I am so techno and I look around the Verizon store and wonder how quaint a picture of this place will look in 50 years. What will be new then? This store will look like the computer that filled a warehouse to send astronauts to the moon. And it's that technology that gave me the i-phone What lasts? Ideas, meaning, poems, concepts, stories, universal truths...the same things the ancients could carry with them from camp to camp
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
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