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Victory! and random memory thoughts
Aug. 31st, 2012 06:08 amYesterday I finally achieved my goal of getting a viewable (on my computer) copy of the DMC3 cut scenes. All it took was installing a different downloader add-on into my firefox and downloading in a different file format. As installing add-ons to firefox is trivially easy, this was completely within my comfort level. (I <3 firefox.)
I carried the file home in a 4G usb drive. When I think about this too much I sit in stunned silence at the world I live in. A portable 4 GIGABYTE drive, which cost me so little money I bought two and don't remember what it is I paid for them. When I was an undergrad 5" floppy disks were the standard storage medium for personal computers. I don't even want to think about how many floppies you need to make up a gig.
Most of my coworkers, who are in their 20s, don't appreciate what a miracle this is. It's not a failure on their part; they just don't know anything else. I sometimes compare being an old person in a group of younger people to being someone from a foreign country, with habits and memories formed from a different culture. I come from a land in which memory is precious, because it is so hard to store. The land I live in now is strange, but I think I like it.
I carried the file home in a 4G usb drive. When I think about this too much I sit in stunned silence at the world I live in. A portable 4 GIGABYTE drive, which cost me so little money I bought two and don't remember what it is I paid for them. When I was an undergrad 5" floppy disks were the standard storage medium for personal computers. I don't even want to think about how many floppies you need to make up a gig.
Most of my coworkers, who are in their 20s, don't appreciate what a miracle this is. It's not a failure on their part; they just don't know anything else. I sometimes compare being an old person in a group of younger people to being someone from a foreign country, with habits and memories formed from a different culture. I come from a land in which memory is precious, because it is so hard to store. The land I live in now is strange, but I think I like it.
