02-08-2006, 11:59 PM
Well, it's like the your Senator wants an iPod thing... For somebody that age, how do you make it clear to them that what they have is not a glorified transistor radio? How do they manage all of the various laws concerning technology when most of them probably couldn't get the numbers on their VCRs to stop blinking, and most of them lived in the technological hayday of reel to reel or 8 track tapes?
I am rather unique for my age, transitioning so well with the times... But that is slipping I fear. Really. I can feel it. I don't care if something has a blistering fast 40mhz 030 moto CPU and a black terminator. I don't care that something has, well, whatever underneath the hood. I just want it to get my email and browse the web AND NOT CRASH. As I get older, I am finding I care less and less about these things.
I find it comforting that somebody, somewhere, would vote somebody young and firmly rooted in counter culture in to office.
I am rather unique for my age, transitioning so well with the times... But that is slipping I fear. Really. I can feel it. I don't care if something has a blistering fast 40mhz 030 moto CPU and a black terminator. I don't care that something has, well, whatever underneath the hood. I just want it to get my email and browse the web AND NOT CRASH. As I get older, I am finding I care less and less about these things.
I find it comforting that somebody, somewhere, would vote somebody young and firmly rooted in counter culture in to office.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."