Our current daughter found our large collection of records. After the shock that we owned any, much less so many, "big CD's" she then wanted to know how they worked. She was fascinated by our "big CD" player.
I was a teenager during the exciting period of the 70's when audio was rapidly expanding and really improving across the board with better recordings, turntables, amplifiers, speakers, etc. It took up most of my meager income to keep up, but it was very exciting to experience every new level of quality and power. Every month it got louder, clearer, better, and you kept hearing new things in the music never heard before. It would take me away in dark of night, and if I was lucky I would be sharing it with a girl on a bean bag chair between a column of speakers finding each other by the soft glowing lights of the equipment, all carefully arranged for maximum effect. It was a quest for perfection, which I now realize it reached on occasion.
Cassette tapes were the last advancement that seemed like a real improvement, but that might just have coincided with the start of adulthood, where perfection is much more elusive.
Try explaining cassette tapes to kids today........
Still clutching my head over the story of a young office worker who was fascinated by a manual typewriter that a more senior worker was using to type a label.
(Heck, I'm old enough to remember mimeograph machines...)
The Williams girl is the only one worth seeing naked but she never does. Instead we get Dunham's fat ass. There's supposed to be something consciousness raising about looking at Dunham's fat ass--looking at two men kissing also helps you to be a better person. Alexander Graham Bell would have been a far better person if he had seen Girls and Brokeback Mountain.
Try explaining cassette tapes to kids today........
Still clutching my head over the story of a young office worker who was fascinated by a manual typewriter that a more senior worker was using to type a label.
(Heck, I'm old enough to remember mimeograph machines...)
Mimeographs and dittos machines are not the same beast. Mimeos used stencils and ink. The ditto machine used no ink. The user typed, wrote, or drew on a ditto master sheet which was backed by a second sheet of paper coated with a dye-impregnated, waxy substance. The inscribed image appeared on the back of the ditto sheet in reverse. The ditto machine used an alcohol-based fluid (a mixture of methanol and isopropanol) to dissolve some of the dye in the document, and transferred the image to the copy paper. That is what gave the wet sheets that distictive smell.
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28 comments:
What's a CD?
I think a CD is like a Betamax.
CDs are what you buy if you hear a good mp3, hoping to find something other than the band noodling around for ten tracks.
Why the reference to Lincoln? MSM madness again. Better to mention the importance of Bell.
Try explaining cassette tapes to kids today........
Try explaining cassette tapes to kids today........
Cassette Tapes? They're like USBs drives for the iPods of their day.
Those CDs are bad investments. A one-year CD gets 0.25 percent interest. A five-year jumbo 0.82 percent.
And what was the "official" inflation rate last year?
More than that. It was 1.5 percent last month, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics.
The real inflation rate?
More than that.
Did you hear it? Way down almost a whisper: "This call will be recorded for training and quality control purposes.>"
Our current daughter found our large collection of records. After the shock that we owned any, much less so many, "big CD's" she then wanted to know how they worked. She was fascinated by our "big CD" player.
Williams lowers his head and closes his eyes in disbelief.
It's the only true thing he's said all week.
I was a teenager during the exciting period of the 70's when audio was rapidly expanding and really improving across the board with better recordings, turntables, amplifiers, speakers, etc. It took up most of my meager income to keep up, but it was very exciting to experience every new level of quality and power. Every month it got louder, clearer, better, and you kept hearing new things in the music never heard before. It would take me away in dark of night, and if I was lucky I would be sharing it with a girl on a bean bag chair between a column of speakers finding each other by the soft glowing lights of the equipment, all carefully arranged for maximum effect. It was a quest for perfection, which I now realize it reached on occasion.
Cassette tapes were the last advancement that seemed like a real improvement, but that might just have coincided with the start of adulthood, where perfection is much more elusive.
It took so long to discover because he had loaned it out... cementing another trend that would last to this day.
Ma Bell was a nasty monopolist, but Alex. Bell was a classy guy.
Play it backwards and it says "I buried Paul."
I kept hearing the voice of Uncle Myer.
(That was my little joke).
bagoh: That was a good set of posts! Laugh (8:232) followed by experience similar to mine (8:37). Thanks!
Try explaining cassette tapes to kids today........
Still clutching my head over the story of a young office worker who was fascinated by a manual typewriter that a more senior worker was using to type a label.
(Heck, I'm old enough to remember mimeograph machines...)
Did they look for Jimma Hoffa in the Smithsonian? Judge Crater?
Museums that aren't aware of what they have in their collections should ssue a public apology.
Is Williams happy, truly happy, with his daughter's role in Girls? We'll never know. The mask never comes off the Williams winners of this world.
Allison Williams acquits herself nicely on Girls. She is the only one I'd like to see more of, not less. I suspect that she takes after her mother.
The Williams girl is the only one worth seeing naked but she never does. Instead we get Dunham's fat ass. There's supposed to be something consciousness raising about looking at Dunham's fat ass--looking at two men kissing also helps you to be a better person. Alexander Graham Bell would have been a far better person if he had seen Girls and Brokeback Mountain.
MisterBuddwing said...
Try explaining cassette tapes to kids today........
Still clutching my head over the story of a young office worker who was fascinated by a manual typewriter that a more senior worker was using to type a label.
(Heck, I'm old enough to remember mimeograph machines...)
And that smell...
Mimeographs and dittos machines are not the same beast. Mimeos used stencils and ink. The ditto machine used no ink. The user typed, wrote, or drew on a ditto master sheet which was backed by a second sheet of paper coated with a dye-impregnated, waxy substance. The inscribed image appeared on the back of the ditto sheet in reverse. The ditto machine used an alcohol-based fluid (a mixture of methanol and isopropanol) to dissolve some of the dye in the document, and transferred the image to the copy paper. That is what gave the wet sheets that distictive smell.
Distinctive, too.
Why does Brian Williams' face always look so crooked?
Why does Brian Williams' face always look so crooked?
Truth in Advertising?
It is crooked.
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