When I was in college, I could only write on a WordPerfect program.
My first computer was a Commodore 64. I got it as a present from my mom when I was eight years old, and all I wanted to do with that computer was play games.
I am deeply devoted to the 27,000 songs I can take anywhere on my iPod Classic as well as the exquisitely engineered MacBook Air on which I typed this column.
I have a home phone number, and I like it! It's like a throwback already.
I grew up with an Apple 2E - I had a deep, emotional attachment to that machine - and I loved doodling.
When the Walkman was the craze in my generation, I was one of the first to have it.
I'm kind of a Luddite myself. I've got a bunch of typewriters at home. I'm a big fan of old technology.
In 1998, it was possible to make a big-screen romantic comedy about email. Yep, email - the same medium we often think of now as boring and even annoying.
I come from that earlier time in America when palm pilot was a nickname you recieved upon entering puberty! I was more than a palm pilot I was the palm Chuck Jager. Tom Wolfe wrote a book about me called The Right Hand Stuff. I was the only guy in my class hip enough to move to the European grip.
Even though I'm totally dependent on modern electronic gizmos, from my laptop to my iPod to my cell phone, I love to embrace old technology or no technology at all.
I still use a typewriter from time to time, but because I can't type as well as I used to, I really don't use one very much.
