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I can't remember much of my life before computers.
I'm pretty sure my family picked up the red-hot Commodore 64 close to the time it was released. This would make me about 6 or 7 years old when my family bought its first computer. Before that, I played the Atari 2600, watched TV, and played outside with my friends. Before that, I was still in diapers and probably played with regular toys. Actually, I played outside a lot despite having the Commodore 64. Computers back then weren't nearly as engaging/pervasive as they are now. I didn't connect to my first BBS until I had my 486 in the early '90s.
But all of this raises an interesting question:
Why am I not a computer programmer or something?
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot
Last edited by Baraka_Guru; 12-18-2009 at 09:32 AM..
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