Like a lot of kids in his generation, my dad grew up tinkering under car hoods, and even got my mother to let him buy a 1931 Model A he kept in the garage to dismantle & reassemble on rainy weekends - I can only recall a few occasions when he actually took the thing out for a spin. The industry's increasing reliance on electronics and emission controls frustrated him, for the very reasons that the iPhone frustrates me - it challenged his mastery of the technology. I spent nearly a decade writing software professionally, and still write a lot of my own - but every time I try to give the phone another shot, it gives me the finger. Move over, Dad. I hear ya now.
I suspect that the same will happen to today's iPhone samurai. So let them have their laugh at us. Their kids will do it to them.
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"If one could deduce the nature of the Creator from a study of creation, it would appear that He has an inordinate fondness for beetles." -- evolutionary biologist J B S Haldane, (1892-1964)
"If one could deduce the nature of the Creator from a study of creation, it would appear that He has an inordinate fondness for beetles." -- evolutionary biologist J B S Haldane, (1892-1964)
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My dad was a car guy as well
not tinkering so much or restoring
but making sure the car we had would run
brake jobs in driveway. new exhaust across
the street, where a culvert for rain water
created a ditch that would have to do
for a mechanics pit....
one day i came home from school
and there was a metal tripod standing on the lawn
and dad was lowering a new engine with chains
into the chasis with a friend from Bethlehem Steel
Charlie Sain was his name...and theyd help each other
on the bigger jobs.....he never ever went to a repair shop
he grew up on a farm where you have to know how to do... Everything
not tinkering so much or restoring
but making sure the car we had would run
brake jobs in driveway. new exhaust across
the street, where a culvert for rain water
created a ditch that would have to do
for a mechanics pit....
one day i came home from school
and there was a metal tripod standing on the lawn
and dad was lowering a new engine with chains
into the chasis with a friend from Bethlehem Steel
Charlie Sain was his name...and theyd help each other
on the bigger jobs.....he never ever went to a repair shop
he grew up on a farm where you have to know how to do... Everything
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
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