Computer archeology

Remember this shot? Along with countless wires, rechargeable batteries, two retired digital cameras, there are steel-cased laser-jet printers, a 15-year-old fax machine, at least two computers, a dead VCR/DVD player, card readers, one or two monitors, headphones, a pager, random bits of plastic and who knows what else. All going to the city's electronics recycling program.

In the 20 years since we've been members of the digital age (I bought my first computer--an XT/IBM clone (remember 5.5" floppies? And Word Star?)--in 1989 for about the same price as the spiffy laptop I purchased in March), we've given computers away, recycled them, handed them back and forth, sworn at them, drowned them, dropped them, hidden components away in the crawl space--just in case--and made our livings on them.

We're not early adopters and tend to keep our machines until speed lust, substantive leaps in technology or a need for business expenses inspires a purchase. Still, we've amassed quite the boneyard of plastics, metals and toxins, a veritable museum of outmoded beige appliances taking up space in our small house.

What a long, weird trip it's been.

 

 

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