The old machines have a soul. Built by people who made the machine they wanted for themselves. From the era before Google when many of the many joys things could be discovering what the machine could do. Or gathering at user groups to ask questions or share tips. Like alchemists fiddling about trying to make gold.
Modern computers . The magic is gone. More gigabytes , gigahertz than you can shake a stick at. Now there are a million blogs or YouTube channels proclaiming :(Solved) whatever the curiosity.
Now. With attrition. It’s back to discovery again. I recently met a friend 2 blocks from home who has an Atari 800. We drink scotch and play tag team defender. We take turns piloting while the other hitters the smart bomb spacebar.
Modern computers . The magic is gone. More gigabytes , gigahertz than you can shake a stick at. Now there are a million blogs or YouTube channels proclaiming :(Solved) whatever the curiosity.
Now. With attrition. It’s back to discovery again. I recently met a friend 2 blocks from home who has an Atari 800. We drink scotch and play tag team defender. We take turns piloting while the other hitters the smart bomb spacebar.