Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Mom's and Dad's PCs

Every time I swap or upgrade one of my computers, I give the swap-out to a family member.  My mom has been the recipient twice.  She currently has a Dell desktop that is more than powerful enough for her needs.  She likes to play Solitaire and the other games that came with the installation; she also listens to CDs and looks at photos on occasion.  The oddest and coolest thing is that she has no desire to use the Internet.  Mom is well-educated, well-read, and quite alert, so I know she is well aware of the internetworking juggernaut, and I bet that some of her friends use the 'Net regularly.  But Mom gets along quite nicely without it, thank you very much.

My dad (RIP) and I were the only two in the family who were really bitten by the PC bug.  When Dad passed in 1985, my brother Owen and I cleared his apartment of his belongings.  He had a Radio Shack TRS-80, one of the first computers made available to the mass market.  I was fascinated by it but couldn't figure out what to do with it.  I wrote a program that picked Lotto numbers at random and quickly lost interest.  I have no idea what I did with it; I probably moved away from it at some point.  It wouldn't command that much on the open market today, as these were quite popular -- but it would look really sweet hooked up to my Dell XPS410.

A Few Observations

The only limitations in life are the ones that are self-imposed.


It’s interesting how I spent much of my life trying to destroy myself, and will spend whatever time I have left preserving and restoring the remnants.


When I was on hemodialysis, i had to work dialysis into my life.  Now that I am in the initial stage of PD where I'm doing four or five manual exchanges a day, I have to work my life into dialysis. and it isn't easy.  But it’s worth it!

Monday, March 25, 2013

City Boy Haiku





is that a pigeon?

biggest one I've ever seen

no, wait -- it's a duck!

Monday, January 28, 2013

Moonlight Haiku



It peeks out shyly

from behind a cloud curtain

Moonlight pierces through