The long forgotten have left enough of themselves here to pique my curiosity. What stories we'll never know!I was typing away on this blog just now when my text suddenly changed to numerical gibberish. I thought perhaps the computer had decided to prove the Unprovable Hypothesis all by itself. I panicked. Life without computer! Life without throwing my banalities out into cyberdarkness! Three hundred miles to the nearest MacMan!
Then I realized that I must somehow have hit the num lock key at the top of the keyboard. This computer is an antique, but in all the years I have owned it I have never investigated the top row of keys, except the 'eject'.
I used to live near Portland Oregon. I lived there thirty-three years, but I didn't know the city. I knew my way to work and family homes and the Clackamas Town Center except when they messed around with the freeway accesses. I had my own safe little burrows around the metro area. Same with the computer. "I'm too busy to explore," I say. Well I was pretty busy in my Portland days, but not now! I hearby commit myself to an open-eyed exploration of all the functions on this machine.
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