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Electrons annoying
Our friends and family called us pioneers because soon the bullet and bought the first television just in time for the first Louis / Fight Walcott in 1947. It was a massive three feet high Philco console with a barely perceptible surface ten-inch display, centered and about five inches from the superior. It looked like a label stuck on the Great Wall of China. The book of instructions, written in hieroglyphics, was particularly scary because no one in the family believes that Images can fly through the air. It took a long time for us to accept the miracle of sound waves, but this was too much to swallow.
The only mystery box had three buttons, on / off / volume, channel selection and PICTURE ADJUSTMENT. There were two expandable metal rods arranged in a V shape, which could be extended and turn, known as a "rabbit ears antenna." He sat on the top of the console and bore no resemblance to the ears of a rabbit, a Unless the rabbit had auditory nerves in the center of the head. The first two buttons were evident, but the last, in connection with the antenna, showed an infinite number of variations that do not seem to reproduce. To maximize clarity, you had to coincide with the positions of 10,000 or more of the antenna with a knob innumerable. I had the opportunity to maximize clarity Channel 5 by holding the antenna at an angle of 24 degrees, while hanging from my left leg to 47 degrees above the right armrest of the couch, unless it was raining. In that case, if I turned the knob a turn to the right and straddled the left side of the chair, the enhanced image, Thursdays only. By the time I optimized Channel 5, the show had ended. However, I did enjoy the midnight prayer.
And the dear old grandmother, I was too petrified to touch a knob or the antenna, spent most of his time watching test patterns. When you do not see the test patterns, I loved to watch Bishop Fulton J. Sheen, because he wore a yarmulke and she did not understand English very well,
Although still in the denial of flying pictures, electronic innovations came at me too fast to absorb. I knew that these images do not exist could also be recorded on a piece of plastic. So they ventured into the world of VCRs. Unfortunately they have not even trust my clock, I forced myself to look at each recording. The machine had a furtive look on his face and not could be relied on when I turned my back. So now I have a large collection of operas, ballets, shows and video tapes that I watch. And all I cost was an angry woman, children who grow up without a father and his friends left in me. Now, of course, the tapes are becoming obsolete and have been replaced male-underwear-DVDs.
Another sign that the world was passing me came with my introduction to computers. I knew that the abacus was born more 2000 years ago. But I still could not understand how a bamboo frame with beads sliding on wires could solve arithmetic problems. It seemed more appropriate to play music on it. I had seen similar structures in cribs and did not know how to use each one.
So, breaking with ignorance, I stumbled on an industrial equipment that uses 10,000 vacuum tubes, 1800 square feet of space and consumed 180,000 watts of electrical power. It seemed even more daunting the cradle, but I studied with unusual patience. If I could choose, I would have preferred hearing conferences in baby talk instead of "computer systems." They explained that the monster had punch cards 1 / 0, a multiplier, a divider / square root and plug 20 using decimal ring counters. I found no room for disagreement, but I would like gutting the instructor
I tried to look smart and not express my opinion that the team will do a good center island in an oval track. Reading the brochure introduced conditions even more confusing to add to my collection useless. In fact, my only exposure pre-punched cards was at a loom. I waited for hours waiting for a blue wool fabric would emerge from the other end of the ENIAC.
Evolution progressed to random access memory (or RAM), magnetic core (hence the name of the company "Apple") Memory and the circuit element transistor. This increased the RAM capacity of 8000-64000 words (damn my limited vocabulary!) With access times of 2-3 milliseconds. (I'm retired. What it's my hurry? My eyesight is so bad I can not even read his hand on my clock milliseconds). Reduction circuits, printed circuit board photos and deposition vacuum transistor became the norm and assemblies everything made available to small chips. What the hell is a chip? I just are known as bone fragments, the team of poker, chocolate chips, etc etc. and none ever associated with the storage of information. However, for some miracle, this led to the introduction of personal computers (PC).
I stoically avoid PC for many years, until my boss gave me a computer laptop and told me to use it. I initially felt like Grandma, I just stared at a monitor with a small funny looking icons instead of patterns test, afraid to touch the keyboard. I was told that my unit could process about four million instructions per second. Panic attacks betrayed my inability to emit more than 300,000 instructions per second, despite my superior leadership skills. While wasting time in a panic, progress and creation networks, E mail and electronic publishing shot past me. When he succumbed to the pressures and tried to word processing, my first was epic WWWWWWWWWWW 197 times. I guess I had a key too long. My old Remington typewriter and never abused me.
But I'm learning. After to chase the mouse all over the walls, I almost have it under control. All I have to do is hold my right hand steady with a clamp C. I understand that "My Computer speaks" with my printer on my application. Never heard the conversation, but it says it takes place. I wonder what would happen if the printer refused the instruction and told the team that pushes up your phone jack. "The screen is now full of invective? I would picket the rights of the First Amendment to the printer to speak their mind. My last foray into the world of technology means that the cell phone. How complex can be a phone? Simply type the number you want. But we also have call waiting, caller ID, address book, the rings that play Rachmaninoff Prelude in C sharp minor, timers and displays that tell us that "roaming" when we know exactly where we are. What is even more threatening with the advent of cell the picture, etc etc. You can be awakened with a photo of his mother-in-law, pressed pants, coffee ready, began his shower and his car waiting in front of the house. So soon as the computer learns to do some more human tasks, expect to be arrested for bigamy. Emotions are likely to become programmable, but the thought a passionate piece of metal makes me lick my ear off.
Scientists say that I am 63% water and balance of subatomic particles as electrons, protons and neutrons. Since we know that most of the electrons of the work, why so hostile to my electrons the electrons in the new technologies? Why electron can not get along?
by David Sahud
copyright 2009
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