Legacy me

  It's funny how current PC motherboards keep a legacy connector , just in case someone wants to be nostalgic and plug in through that PRN port a linear printer or a cassette reader through that versatile serial port in order to play old timer games , reversing the tape half game through . I never fully understood why design technology with such a port. And it's funny how only the motherboard producers still think of such an add-on since any other chipset producer wouldn't implement such an I/O. It's funny because it's the Mother board. It's funny because this particular piece is acting like a really good mother , accepting all it's awkward creations in one universal family although some of them might never be used again to their former glory and some may be abused to the extent of death. Electronic death that is. And I feel about myself the same way. I feel like an oddly shaped port that rapidly got replaced by the 4 dimension existing USB. And if it was by me , I'dd wish I'd be the connector for only one specific component. That way , people would reach out with their pesky fingers at me and say "hey look , it's that guy!" . But then , that's a big fat lie. People mostly do that , when they want to exagerate about what they really meant.
   Si m-am manjit destul de engleza , e ok. M-am calmat. Dar tot mi-as dori sa fiu un port dragut si vechi in spatele unui calculator. Asa , de forma , ca atunci cand lumea se va uita la mine , o melodie de genul sa le cante in cap. Ma gandesc ca asa , indiferent de ce se intampla , I will live forever more. Nu are rost sa ma chinui sa accept noul. Uite , stateam sa ma gandesc , viata mea a trecut de la analog la digital foarte rapid , de la caseta si discheta la cd , flash si mai nou "cloud storage" aproape instant. Dar nu ma simt prea bine cu ultima "inventie". Cloud storage. O priveliste atat de sadica. Blade Runner Blues. Cititorul si-ar putea inchipui ca e vorba de un spatiu de stocare vivace , integrabil , luminos , dar fizic vorbind , un beci slab iluminat e the way to go. Un beci slab iluminat , uscat , prafuit , plin de fire si fiare. Un beci slab iluminat , uscat , prafuit , plin de fire si fiare care este controlat de interesul meschin de a nu iti mai lasa la indemana nimic. Nu imi pot inchipui o viata in care sa traiesc doar cu aroma existentei. Si nu , aici nu e vorba de materialismul meu , ci de dorinta alteia de a-mi proiecta o holograma care sa ma tina static si in transa. Asa , ca si cum totul ar fi la fel , ba chiar mai bine. Dar atunci cand intind ochiul atotvazator dincolo de panza vivace a iluziei , fumul dispare.

Don't change. Don't grow up. Don't do anything you are inexplicably obliged to do so. Find a reason , question the answer and never give up.