I’ve been nostalgic for this old clunky technology lately. Not so much because it was better or for the experience of sitting in front of a big CRT monitor, but because there’s no going back to this “simpler” time. That sense of innocence about what it would mean to use a computer. They were just a boring box that gave access to games and typing programs, maybe chat rooms and fan webpages if a free AOL disk came in the mail. Computers are ubiquitous and I’m coming to terms with the reality that I am a Computer Person (as I have been for nearly twenty years) with a Computer Job and that maybe I’ll never be the sturdy outdoorsman I fantasized about being as a teenager and younger man. I can still pursue those things, but not without the aid of sleek handheld computers and omnipresent Internet connections.
Folks, time is indeed moving forward at an alarming speed.
I’ve been nostalgic for this old clunky technology lately. Not so much because it was better or for the experience of sitting in front of a big CRT monitor, but because there’s no going back to this “simpler” time. That sense of innocence about what it would mean to use a computer. They were just a boring box that gave access to games and typing programs, maybe chat rooms and fan webpages if a free AOL disk came in the mail. Computers are ubiquitous and I’m coming to terms with the reality that I am a Computer Person (as I have been for nearly twenty years) with a Computer Job and that maybe I’ll never be the sturdy outdoorsman I fantasized about being as a teenager and younger man. I can still pursue those things, but not without the aid of sleek handheld computers and omnipresent Internet connections.
Folks, time is indeed moving forward at an alarming speed.
