I was thinking moments ago as I picked up my laptop in one hand and wandered into the next room with it, about the time before the laptop. Not so much historically before the laptop but more personally. I recall having only one computer in the house as a teenager. We didn’t have a computer at all when I was a kid, unless you count our Atari or that “computer” that my brother played Robin Hood on until he spilled Grape Soda on it.
I remember when I got my first laptop, it wasn’t too long ago. I’d laid my hands on laptops hundreds of times, but until I was married, with a kid and had moved into this house I did not have one of my own. Mike had one that I used while I was pregnant. It was enormous and weighed like 20 pounds. The fan was loud and always on and it would get hot to the touch within 20 minutes of use… but since I spent the better part of those 8 months in bed, even that laptop was a luxury.
When I picked up my laptop this morning though, as I was writing something and referencing 3 other things, my mind went back to writing reports and having to move my work location long ago… before the laptop. Even if I had to move 10 feet away it was a huge struggle to pack up books and notebooks, pens and whatever else I was using. If I was using a computer it wasn’t a pain in the ass it was just impossible.
Sometimes I’m a little sad that we never caught up to the Jetsons, that we don’t have transporters or holodecks, but then I think about just how recently the light bulb was invented in the grand scheme of things and I clutch my laptop and iPhone to my breast and sing them sweet praises…
I mean it… I really love my laptop.