I am beginning to wonder about all this information I’m accumulating. For 40 years I lived without any information and now I have more information than I know what to do with. I have to keep getting bigger “space” which sounds like some new class of demon, terabyte, in order to store all my information. Every time IT gives me a bigger demon it stores my information in pits of hell I can’t find and am almost scared to look for. Here is the problem. I was raised in a time when you saved things like screws, washers, and wire because you might need them later. I have old peanut butter jars filled with all this saved stuff. That is my level of technology comfort. So, I am a peanut butter jar guy in a terabyte world.
No comments:
Post a Comment