Change the poem, change the line,
change the meaning, change the rhyme,
change the outcome change the plan,
change the mood, change the man.
Change your looks, change your smile,
change your going, stay awhile,
change your past, change your time,
change your future, stay be mine.
Today I was filling up my new bookcase (which despite purchasing 4 bags of books from DI leaves my other bookcases markedly sparse!). While personally oogling over each and every book- even the ones from my childhood such as the boxcar children and babysitters club- I started looking at my old books from college. This is always a sentimental trap for me because I look at my college experience as the most defining one of my life. My mission was the most difficult, college was the most defining. I know it is such a cliche but I really did find my voice as a young political philosophy student. All of the sudden I had the words to say what I had been feeling my entire life. I can recall the first moment of reading Plato (something most would shutter at) as one of the most liberating of my life. Particularly his teaching on forms- the belief that eternal forms have always existed. He uses the example of a chair. We know something is a chair because it uses the form of a chair. Abstract concepts are the same way. We know what justice is because it fits the form of justice. There were so many times in my life when I had been trying in vain to describe my heart and to know that this struggle with words was eternal was an ah ha moment if there ever was one! Since then I have had many ah ha moments but none came with such fluidity as they did in college. Suddenly reading became easy and fun, writing (and even grammar) became a passion and learning new concepts an adrenhaline rush. This love of learning has never left me and I believe is now one of the distinctive parts of my personality.
Anyway, as I was reminiscing with each old book I came across a book from my Marriage and Family course (ironic that I took 3 such courses I know!) and from inside the book fell out my old floppy drive from college! What a blast from the past that was. I knew it was the floppy I relied on because it was black with a green and white label. I used to put everything on that floppy (everything that would fit that is!). At the time it seemed more than sufficient for my back up and storage needs. Looking at it now it has 1.44 mb. To put things in perspective one song on Itunes has 5 mb. My current ipod has 160 GB. The flash drive I carry on my key chain has 4 GB and my back up capabilities are over 1 terabyte. This means that in my personal back up system I have over a million floppy drives! Amazing.
What am I getting with all those bytes- tons of added photos, videos and software space, back up for many projects, and perhaps most importantly thousands of downloaded songs and cds at my disposal. With all that I am only using about 1/3rd of my storage capacity. It is hard to imagine filling it up but I am sure someday I will. Perhaps someday I will be looking at my loud noisy back up hard drive and think it is so old fashioned- just as I am with the floppy drive.
That said- I wonder if my life really is any better? Back then I still had a laptop with music files, software and was completely satisfied. In fact, I would love to be able to look at this floppy and see what kinds of projects I was working on and items I thought important enough to save. Most of it is probably papers that I put on the floppy to print at the SWKT computer lab (my printer was notoriously fickle- something that doesn’t seem to have changed much with ink jets!)
Do you all ever have moments like that where a simple item will start you down the reminiscing trail and lead to questions, to pondering? Happens to me all the time. Please share! I haven’t had a comment in a while. Not since my President Obama post and let’s be honest you guys don’t want me doing political posts all the time do you!! (Btw, I’ve lost 8 lbs so far on my new fitness regiment but that’s for another entry!). Thanks for reading.