my first computer
My Dad just scanned these old photos from the 70’s, back when floppy discs were actually floppy and televisions were embedded in wood like furniture. I was such an Apple fanboy… I clearly couldn’t get enough of those stickers.
This powerful tool was something my father never had growing up. But during the 70's, he manufactured memories, and I remember plugging in banks of his chips to boost the programming capacity of my precious Apple ][ from 16K to 48K (which I used up with my Adventure game written in BASIC).
Seeing this time capsule brings back many fond memories and reminds me that each generation provides more compute resources to the next.
While the generations are bound to the metronome of biology, the power of our cognitive prostheses grows exponentially.