Monday, April 26, 2004
Got a brand new 'puter this weekend. It has a much larger monitor which is very good given CST's ageing eyes. Size matters, of course, but it's the greater clarity of the screen that's really neat. With this greater clarity of vision, I can actually understand some of what Bruce is talking about.
Anyway, it's got the latest versions of XP Professional and Windows Office, so I'm feeling rather 'au courant', as opposed to usually being on the cutting edge of technological obsolesence.
The 20 y/o whiz kid who built and set up the computer kept going on about how my scanner (purchased new in 1999) was really, really old."Man, this is a dinosaur!" So old that he wasn't sure that the software would recognise it. Now, clearly, one's perception and labeling of something as old is a matter of perspective. I glanced over at Ginnu who was preparing dinner over the firepit in the middle of our mud hut, having spent the afternoon churning butter instead of tech stocks and, occasionally, chatting over our crank telephone.
Then, it came time for the Kid to set the resolution for our monitor. He reeled of some numbers and set the resolution saying, "Is this okay? Can you read it? I know some people have issues about the size of the print". I had issues but at this point they weren't about the size of print. In fact, I was developing my own resolution. And my own questions. "Would they find his body while it was still recognisable?"Would the coyotes think a 20 y/o too old to eat?"
In the event, the Kid redeemed himself by raving about Ginnu's barbequed Mastodon and Auck, so he got to live.
Anyway, it's got the latest versions of XP Professional and Windows Office, so I'm feeling rather 'au courant', as opposed to usually being on the cutting edge of technological obsolesence.
The 20 y/o whiz kid who built and set up the computer kept going on about how my scanner (purchased new in 1999) was really, really old."Man, this is a dinosaur!" So old that he wasn't sure that the software would recognise it. Now, clearly, one's perception and labeling of something as old is a matter of perspective. I glanced over at Ginnu who was preparing dinner over the firepit in the middle of our mud hut, having spent the afternoon churning butter instead of tech stocks and, occasionally, chatting over our crank telephone.
Then, it came time for the Kid to set the resolution for our monitor. He reeled of some numbers and set the resolution saying, "Is this okay? Can you read it? I know some people have issues about the size of the print". I had issues but at this point they weren't about the size of print. In fact, I was developing my own resolution. And my own questions. "Would they find his body while it was still recognisable?"Would the coyotes think a 20 y/o too old to eat?"
In the event, the Kid redeemed himself by raving about Ginnu's barbequed Mastodon and Auck, so he got to live.
