I’ll never forget the first time I saw computer-graphed equations. It was in the seventies and a co-worker was displaying the results of his work. Beautiful curved lines intersected and intertwined to create a picture that deserved to be a work of art. Until that time, I had perceived computers as a way to automate business tasks and analyze data.
Despite that early introduction, it was several more years before I heard the Read more »
With the loss of Adgitize, I’m sure that many of us are looking at alternate methods of increasing traffic to our blogs. I will be creating a page of bloggers, who would like regular visits to their blog and are willing to visit other bloggers on the page in return. There’s no charge. I just thought this would be an easy way to keep in touch and keep benefiting from the traffic.
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I’ll be adding the blog page in the next day.
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As a child, I enjoyed doing errands with my mother. The grocery store held the promise of candy or gum. Woolworth’s produced a nickel toy from their vast selection. The pharmacy meant sitting at the soda fountain and getting whatever I wanted for free. It took me a while to realize this only happened, if your uncle owned the pharmacy. I enjoyed selecting stamps at the post office and checking out all the gadgets at the hardware store. Each visit held possibilities for excitement. The bank was the sole exception. Solemn as a church, without even a couple of stained glass windows to provide distraction, banks were the epitome of tedium.
Adulthood did nothing to increase my fondness of banks. Read more »