...was to my attic back home down south over the weekend. Original UNIX manuals from Bell (brown, crispy pages with K&Rs common-sense, terse prose), PC Mags, New Yorkers, from Canada times still (!).
Still a darn good heat insulation, if you ask me, after all these years ;)
I guess when they open our pharaonic graves sometime in twenty-two-twenties, we'll hold mice and keyboards in our crossed-over hands. What else? Not much more, I guess.
Vanity, everything vanity, said some sad-eyed, wise jew millenia ago. But in the same breath he also said "there's time..." etc etc.
We are what we are and not what we have. And we're never burning any bridges, they're all coming with us.
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