Museum tech
Dec. 29th, 2010 12:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceHee. I just found my old Psion II organizer. With its manual and everything. Ah, me. I would've been, what, twenty-seven? Almost half my life ago.
I don't actually remember using the thing, but I must have done; I do remember dropping it into a cup of coffee and thereby losing all my data. (It fizzled for a few minutes and stopped working, but I dried it out on the gas fire and then it was fine again, except for being blank of memory.)
I could start a little museum, what with my Olivetti portable typewriter that I wrote my first stories on, and the Olivetti ET 221 that I wrote my first novels on (and that you can still buy ribbons for, rather to my shocked surprise; it's even older than the Psion, very early '80s and still my Best Machine Ever, huge and charcoal-grey and the first machine I ever saw that gave you sight of what you'd typed before it was printed: just a one-line display, but hey, it was like magic. And I borrowed £600 from the bank to buy it, and the manager said that according to all the books he shouldn't lend it to me as I was a very bad risk, but he had faith in me, he said. Faith which has of course been amply rewarded through the decades, because I've been more and more in debt to that same bank ever since...), and the Psion and the increasing volume of computers. I could start a museum, or I could, y'know. Get rid of stuff. What does one do, with a Psion II...?
I don't actually remember using the thing, but I must have done; I do remember dropping it into a cup of coffee and thereby losing all my data. (It fizzled for a few minutes and stopped working, but I dried it out on the gas fire and then it was fine again, except for being blank of memory.)
I could start a little museum, what with my Olivetti portable typewriter that I wrote my first stories on, and the Olivetti ET 221 that I wrote my first novels on (and that you can still buy ribbons for, rather to my shocked surprise; it's even older than the Psion, very early '80s and still my Best Machine Ever, huge and charcoal-grey and the first machine I ever saw that gave you sight of what you'd typed before it was printed: just a one-line display, but hey, it was like magic. And I borrowed £600 from the bank to buy it, and the manager said that according to all the books he shouldn't lend it to me as I was a very bad risk, but he had faith in me, he said. Faith which has of course been amply rewarded through the decades, because I've been more and more in debt to that same bank ever since...), and the Psion and the increasing volume of computers. I could start a museum, or I could, y'know. Get rid of stuff. What does one do, with a Psion II...?