How could I resist?
Things got off to a shaky start when I typed in a class syllabus that seemed to get eaten up but actually went to a mammoth mainframe several blocks away. I finally figured out that that very same mainframe had given me a number I could use to retrieve a paper copy. But not before a whole day passed.
When you’re infatuated like I was, twenty-four hours can seem like a year.
I like this guy, I thought. He recognizes that I have talent, and he does exactly what I ask, no more, no less.
Not at all like my students who regularly misinterpreted their assignments and lived to argue about their grades.
“I’m sorry,” I’d whisper.
I know you are, he’d reply, tacitly, of course, fans humming.
That mainframe at ISU was my first electronic love, but I confess to having had my head turned by many of his successors. There was a snappy little Macintosh in 1984 that knocked my socks off because it was small enough to pick up and carry home, a series of desktops and laptops that sported increasingly intricate interfaces, and now those wonderful handhelds that do everything but clean out the litter box.
|My New Phone|
Talk about geek heaven. My endorphins haven’t been this high in decades.
I find myself transported to those heady winter days thirty years ago, when time melted away, and I forgot to eat lunch or attend a committee meeting (not an entirely bad thing), trapped in the first blush of what has matured into a lifelong romance.
I suppose that’s why I haven’t done a lick of writing this week and why it took me until today to finish this post.