I was born on a Monday, so there’s that. I arrived a couple months early that July afternoon in the early 70s, along with approximately 333,749 babies born that day. I assume I wanted to get settled in so I could watch the Apollo 15 astronauts go joyriding in the first lunar rover a week later on TV. Now, I’d be over 200 years old in Dog Years, and some days it feels like it. I’ve clocked in more than 17,300 mornings on this not-so-big blue, brown, and green ball. Because I’m a Gen Xer, I’m well-versed in the books of Douglas Coupland and films of Richard Linklater — but if asked about them, I’d be obliged to shrug noncommittally.
Currently, I’m a US-based writer who works in Learning Technologies for Purdue University. My first computer was a secondhand Commodore VIC-20 bought from a college kid in 1982. I graduated from Commodore BASIC to Microsoft DOS, then to Windows; I picked up a little UNIX right before the World Wide Web went boom, and finally landed on the Apple macOS. I’m still not entirely convinced that this whole computer thing isn’t just a fad that will never catch on, but I could be wrong.
My words are my own, but I’ll try to blame someone else for the misspellings.
