POLL: email history?
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Still have emails from a friend when he first got online in 1997...
RIBIT! GREETING FROM THE REFRIGERATOR! WE GOT A BOX WITH TONS OF ELECTRONIC STUFF INSIDE. DOES IT WORK? DIMI, SEND BITS AND BYTES SOON.
...Netscape is now, finally, up and running . I find that graphically the images/pages are of a higher quality . The colours and aliasing on the images/text seem to be crisper. Graphically, the interface is also a lot nicer, more elegant. Do you also find that pages load faster in Navigator as opposed to AOL?
...Yesterday I went to a Mac store and saw my first iMac. We stared at each other from across the room, the light from above throwing our shadows before us, blending and smearing them together as they met on the floor.
As I got closer the screen saver relinquished its hold on the darkness that the iMac had known until this moment, a darkness that had threatened to choke and torment the tiny machine. It fled from the depths of the beautiful blue lagoon wich it had haunted for these many days, thrashing its way about, like a school of hunted fish, not knowing were to go, consumed by the need to swim to safety, feeling deep in their primitive souls, that today would be their last.
As if bewitched by a distant source , the desktop appeared, mocking and flirting, its HD icon swaying languidly side to side. In the distance I could here my wife's voice, begging me to stop, calling me back, her voice faint and distant. I felt myself going forward, staring in the cool blue waters before me, my thoughts running like newly born foals, celebrating a joy which they could not understand, would not question.
My hand slowly reached for my wallet, Liz's cries becoming more frantic, my In-laws afraid and confused, not quite understanding, the iMac almost quivering in anticipation, our love threatening to overwhelm us...
Just then I stopped, shaken and sweating, as if from a powerful disturbing dream. I had seen something out of the corner of my eye, perhaps simply felt something there beyond the light. I turned suddenly, frantically searching, almost clawing at the air as if to pull aside the fog that would magically reveal that which I had seen.
And then it appeared, shy but strangely confident. A PowerBook. I felt my heart beating wildly, the sound of its pounding in my head drowning out the cries around me...
Again my hand reached for my wallet... but I could not. Would not, yet. And so it ended, that day at the store, and the pain is still there.