We bought our first computer in 1983. It was an Macintosh
512, upgraded in the store from the original 128k. That store installed tag,
which fell off some years later, is still in our bathroom of antiques. For
about 15 minutes we were cutting edge. Dan beamed as he exclaimed “this is all
the computer I’ll ever need.” Years later we paid $1,000 for a used 1 MB hard
drive. People asked two questions: How did you get it that cheap, and what will
you ever do with 1 mb? Yeah. Forced to upgrade over the years by the ever
evolving technology and need for greater computing capacity, I sit here typing
on a 24” iMac with a Mountain Lion OS (or is it Springing Cheetah)?
We’re not big fans of technology. Our four cars are a
combined 99 years old. We deprived our sons of a normal childhood by not owning
any video game systems and they didn’t get cell phones until they were in their
late teens. Dan bought a Sharper Image radio/CD combo for the upstairs bathroom
and it’s been blinking 12:00 since he installed it. On work nights I ask him
what time he needs to be up because he doesn’t know how to set the alarm clock.
Employers have forced us to learn how to use an iPhone (Dan) and a Blackberry
(me). Dan is often heard chewing out Siri because she’s not delivering the
goods.
During the holidays we had a few friends over to watch The
Ref. Dan attempted to route the sound through our 35-year-old Scott receiver
for an enhanced listening experience. Our old receiver wasn’t up to the task; a
scratchy sound emanated from the speakers and the volume dial had to be
carefully manipulated to clear it up. Dusty transformers perhaps? That bit of
rerouting turned off the sound on the TV when the DVD player was in use, and
for the next several days we had to turn things off and on to watch TV. We had
a technology crisis requiring intervention, and some sales person was in for a
treat.
We walked into the store armed with questions. Matt was up
to the task. We had two goals: get music from the computer to the speakers; get
TV that would stream so we could cancel Time Warner cable. We left the store
with wave one, a Sonos sound system that could send music throughout the house.
Dan took an evening (I took yoga) to set it up. Pretty seamless installation
and we were listening to a variety of stations in no time. We excitedly shared information about
our new acquisition with a good friend; Dan describing his success and plans to
install the rest of the wireless technology. He described how he would run a
cable under the carpet from the wireless router to the new DVD player and have
it working in no time. This is when the bigger discussion started.
Dan, if it’s wireless, why do you need a cable?
It’s not wireless from the router to the DVD, it’s wireless from the DVD to the TV.
Pretty sure if it’s wireless. You don’t need any kind of cable.
It’ll be easy to run the cable.
What time on Saturday should I send my 17 year old over to help?
Turns out both the TV and the DVD player are wireless. Once
the TV was hung we embarked on the correct method of connecting to the
computer.
I need a code, is there a code on the box? Was there a code in the start up menu?
No.
Are you sure? Did you look at the box?
Yes.
Well then where is the F!!@@#$%%^code?
I F!!@@#$%%^ don’t know!
Now I need a F!!@@#$%%^ password.
It’s the usual password.
That’s not working, what’s the new password?
And on… We hit
a boiling point, I left to get a massage, Dan to the Stairmaster, then to
interrogate the sales person.
When I returned home the final installation was done; rabbit
ears acquired and I was able to link in Hulu. My sister and brother-in-law came
over to watch the Packers on our wonderful new set-up. The Packers lost. Dan
will be hauling the TV out to the trash later today. Not.
So, carried off with the trash on Friday went the old Scott
receiver, DVD player and cassette to cassette deck (yeah, those won’t be coming
back.) And, via Craigslist, the old monster 46” projection TV is also off to a
new home. We used Dan’s grandfather’s 1937 radio as a base for the new LED flat
screen TV. The long and short of
it is we have downsized a few hundred pounds of stuff this week on our way to
the Keys. Now what was that password again?
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