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Tag Archives: memories
The Cult of Keyboards
As I approach the end of my 40th year, my body is falling apart. Okay, that may be an over-exaggeration, but every morning, it feels like another piece has been overextended or abused or mutilated, from the various discs in … Continue reading
You Can Never Go Back
I am home. My last ten days: Oakland to Chicago to South Bend to North Liberty to South Bend to New Buffalo to South Bend to North Liberty to Elkhart to South Bend to Indianapolis to Bloomington to South Bend … Continue reading
Dot Matrix and Word Processors
I was writing about something completely different the other day, and went on this side diversion about dot-matrix printers, and thought about how a giant subset of the population (like everyone born after about 1985) never had to deal with … Continue reading
The Death of Palm
In a serious WTF move yesterday, HP announced they were ditching their hardware manufacturing business, and abandoning their work on WebOS devices. HP just bought Palm a little over a year ago for 1.2 billion dollars. Their big splash was … Continue reading
Thoughts on a random picture: the N
This is the N: I took this picture just over ten years ago. I was on the way home from my second date with Kelly. We went to Jackson Heights, and then to Target. It doesn’t sound that exciting, but … Continue reading
The Busses of Perception
When I first visited New York in 1998, one of the things that struck me, an odd connection to the past, were the city busses. I don’t even remember if I rode on one – I never really figured out … Continue reading
The Other Cairo and Internet Archaeology
I took the standard drive-to-Florida Disney vacation when I was twelve, and I’d been to a bunch of the plains states by then: Missouri, Iowa, the Dakotas, Wisconsin. But in the summer between my junior and senior year of high … Continue reading
Thoughts on a random picture: The Student Building
I went back to storage the other day and dug out two books of prints, most of which were unscanned. There’s still at least one box of prints somewhere in there that I didn’t find, and I have no time … Continue reading
The pros and cons of storage
I went to my storage locker the other day, to drop off one of those plastic tupperware bins filled with old 8-bit computer pieces and a half-dozen MiniDisc players in varying states of decay. I have this locker that’s about … Continue reading
Thoughts on a random picture: The Turismo
I have a million pictures in iPhoto. (Really, 18,035 as of this morning.) I will never use them for anything, but I spend a lot of time looking at them, dredging up nostalgia that never makes it onto these pages. … Continue reading
