the purple chai | ||
now :: then :: me :: them | ||
a fifty-something under-tall half-deaf school librarian in the jersey suburbs with two grown kids and time on her hands Libraries will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no libraries.
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Updating 228 |
09.09.2003 |
6:32 am |
My friends The Computers still have a code red out on me, but at least it's settling into where we can get along. The Computers have always liked me, ever since my first summer job in 1973 where I worked with computers the size of refrigerators. (They were that small because they were wired to the CPU units [we didn't call them that then] in another room.) Mine is not a math mind, but it is logical, and so The Computers liked me. Even at school, kids will tell me they can't log on or print or something, and I need only lay hands upon the keyboard and it works. Until last week, of course, when I had apparantly angered the Master Programmer or some such and they issued the code red and all the computers at school turned their backs to me and said that snotty "Talk to the hand" thing. |
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