I've been around computers most of my life. When I was a kid, I remember my dad coming home with the 1st Atari. And then the Commodore 64. And then the 128. I became a wiz at Printshop and could throw around words like MS-DOS and dot matrix in casual discussions (still can).
So, when I think of computers, I think of my dad. I remember him staying up well into the AM hours, working furiously to learn everything he could. His computer desk was an old massage table, not unlike a school cafeteria table. He had 3 computers on it, 2-3 printers and 4 metal folding chairs which offered minimal comfort. Looking back, it was more like a computer lab than a home office. When my syllabus demanded a research paper, my dad would stay up by my side (or on call by the television in his rocking chair), assisting with challenging bibliography questions, proofreading my masterpieces and serving as the IT professional when the printer would ultimately malfunction.
My mom would always say, "Steve! All you do is play on that damn computer!" To this day my mom is terrified of computers. She finally has an email address as of a few weeks ago (thanks to my sister Paula). Despite this development, I know my mom will always see the computer as the machine that captured my father's curiosity and paved the way for widespread desk clutter. Like she said to me last night, "This huge mess and not a pen in sight!"
That gets me to the point I'm trying to make, should there be such a point. I have lived through the progression of the computer age. I own a Mac. I own an iPod. In fact, I own two. I keep up as best I can. BUT, I have never had a blog and I never read blogs. I know that I'm too late on the blogging tip to expect that anyone will read my ramblings. So, this blog will merely serve as an outlet for my personal observations, inspirations and curiousities. I will follow that thread wherever it may lead...
