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I Purchased My First Computer in the Mid-90s. It Was a Packard Bell With Enough Disc Space For a Good Laugh by Today’s Standards.
I purchased my first computer in the mid-90s. It was a Packard Bell with enough disc space for a good laugh by today’s standards.
According to Nickolaus Hines of “All Things Interesting,” the Electronic Numerical Integrator And Computer (ENIAC) was our very first computer. The ENIAC had 17,468 vacuum tubes. It required 1,800 square feet of warehouse space and weighed more than 25 tons. This baby could execute 5,000 instructions per second.
In comparison, the iPhone 6 weighs-in at a hefty 4.55 ounces and performs 25 billion instructions per second.
I bought my first computer for my son, who was barely in grade school, never intending to take the plunge into the world of technology myself.
Well, looking at then and now, if I had to eat all the words spoken in a negative light toward our obsession with technology, I’d have a backlog of food to last me quite a few years.
My son, of course, is a computer junkie. When I became an author, right away I could not imagine penning a novel on an archaic typewriter, word processor, and certainly not, with pen and paper.
I guess it boils down to never saying never, for if you do, the “never” bug would most assuredly turn its nasty head and take a bite.
Have a great week! May God bless! And take a little time out of your Monday as you fire your computer up, to remember the ENIAC. Thank goodness, we’ve come as far as we have.
As I sit here pondering the subject matter of this week’s blog, there are several themes I am considering. I like to make my posts entertaining, humorous, and pertinent to life in the 21st century. Some subjects broach the outer limits of these ideals, but that’s what occasionally incorporates humor into the article.
Although I’m not fond of penning a serious blog, they are necessary from time to time. Life does not rotate around a center of fun, but with the shape of our world today and man’s inhumanity to man the necessity becomes self-evident.
I suppose this is why I choose to interject satire into what I write.
The explosion in technology over the past thirty years can be an interesting, if not overwhelming, topic. It literally depicts a micro-evolution not unlike moving from the stone age to the bronze age. I can only wonder, with some trepidation, where we will find ourselves in the next tech revolution? A quote from Jeff Goldblum in the movie, Jurassic Park, states, “Just because we can, doesn’t mean we should.” Perhaps we ought to pay closer attention to this quote as we develop the next technological breakthrough.
It seems I have completed my blog using said blog as the subject matter. Take care and have a great week!
I can remember as a young man growing up the warm lazy days of summer. Out of school for three months; all was right with the world. As I lay across my bed in the early afternoon, a warm breeze blowing through the windows, the occasional car could be heard traveling down the road in front of the house. In between snoozes I might even hear the drone of a prop plane in the distance. The birds were always in excellent voice and cicadas filled the trees with their song of love.
After the sun retreated behind the horizon the soothing nocturnal sights and sounds spread their comforting net for all to enjoy. Crickets (the violins of the natural world) rubbed their appendages to and fro in an attempt to attract a suitor. Lightening bugs whiled away the hours in a silent display of affection. All these and many more acted as sleeping pills, soothing me to slumber safely surrounded in natures lullaby. Then early mornings would bring the lonesome wail of a far-off freight train providing a soothing alarm clock to start the day.
Do you remember those days? I can’t be the only one.
In a few short years I seemed to have moved from a slow peaceful existence, to being shot-gunned into a montage of beeps, bleeps, buzzes and grunts. Let’s delve into this a tad deeper, shall we?
We awake in the morning, our alarm clock spewing out loud music or some other annoying buzz or beep to toss us out of bed. The sound of the radio blaring in order to be heard over our hot shower, gives way to our electric toothbrush grinding against our molars and razor chewing off the facial stubble. Once dressed we retire to the kitchen where we are greeted by the beeping of the coffee pot, the kids tossing Cheerios, The Morning Show on the kitchen TV and the cell phone call reminding us of that early morning meeting.
Once out of the house we jump into our automobile and clamber for the spot in that parking lot we refer to as a highway. As The Morning Show plays on our auto stereo, horns blare, roads rage and a lap soaked with hot coffee, we manage to complete our six mile commute in under an hour.
We reach the office; a bell at the door announcing our arrival. The entire building seems to be alive with keyboards tapping, fax machines faxing and copying machines doing whatever they do. You sit down at your desk and push a button to start your computer. A quaint little tune announces that it is functional and your work day has now begun. If you’re lucky you may be blessed with a fire drill, tornado, hurricane, volcano, killer comet, or some such other noisy drill to participate in.
I believe I’ve made my point so there’s no reason to play this scenario in reverse. Noise pollution has become a part of our daily lives and I’ll have to admit there are a lot of advantages to this technological society we have constructed for ourselves.
It tickles me to think that if I applied these two situations to the way I write my first novel would be a lesson in hometown values, moral fortitude, reeling in the big one down at the ole fishing hole; dinner at Grandma’s on Sunday after church and just an all-around Mayberrian type of existence.
On the other hand, my second novel would be an object lesson surrounding an ant colony with hundreds of thousands of the little segmented critters all scraping their fingernails down a blackboard at the same time.
They say: The more things change the more they stay the same……….that may be, but things sure seem different to me.