Tell me, where is geekdom bred?
On second thought, I’ll tell you: in the home. Saw a picture of this high-tech piece of equipment the other day, and found myself gasping and agape. The Sinclair was the first computer my family owned. I was five. That’s the kind of environment that spawns a man like me, whose interests are abstract but can’t keep his hands off of thinking machines.
Remember playing catch with your dad? Or going to the game? I spent many summer afternoons in front of the Apple IIGS with the old man, reading lines of code out of PC magazines. When we got a Macintosh SE, a friend came over with his machine and we networked them, just to say we did it. The young geek tales, they are multifarious.
You can see how I just can’t help but be what I am, and can perhaps see why I’ve been trying to install a decent Linux distro on a seven-year-old laptop. Old habits.