Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a nightmarish world to enter.
I don’t like to give up. I’ve been through too much in my life to let these frustrations really bother me for very long.
In the heyday of the automobile, when kids would drive their hot rods up and down main street (ostensibly to be seen) on Fridays, they would "press ham" by having a passenger take down their pants and press their butt against the window of somebody as they passed.
As I write this, I’m looking at two desktop computers waiting to make their way upstairs to what will eventually become my office, computers that are probably fifteen years old now.
I’m something of a technophile, and I fell for two devices that required a pre-order. Here we are, about three months later, and neither arrived. But I’m excited to say, one is shipping probably tomorrow, and the other should be shipping in about three weeks.
It’s a funny thing that I will never forget this speaker or my group of students, but in my mind, only one was truly heroic.
Several years ago, Ted Turner began "colorizing" classic films. This never struck me as a particularly big deal, but now I realize the issue. Directors of the time understood that their technology was limited to black and white, and filmed to account for, and take advantage of, the lack of color. The colorized version is probably not true colors, because the sets and costumes would have had colors that would look better when translated to black and white.