TECNOVINTAGE
An initiative of the Republic and Kataweb, pictures of readers: a way to describe the evolution of our companions in life: cars that have a heart of VITTORIO Zambardino
ROME - I wonder if, say in 10 years, I can see my iPad in a gallery tecnovintage . And who knows what feelings will give me: I remember a success or a failure? And a long or short a parenthesis and unfortunate? Because here's what it is: we go with the machines sometimes more time with those we love. They enter into us. They are pieces of our memories.
Otherwise why would call vintage? For that veil of nostalgia that takes us frivolous when we look at an object of use out of the inattentive functionality. Suddenly there appears awkward, because it appears to us as it really is. Like that of our mother dressed in black silk flowers, which we did as kids then we test what we found in the songs of Lucio Battisti. Pieces of plastic that forms the heart become.
These are words from old. But the technological time is short, rather than rapid, and involves young people with his long strides. My kids would look fondly the Amiga was the first computer in their 80s. O my daughter, the gray box of Nintendo where, in 2001, during a trip to the most beautiful scenery of Arizona and Utah, to me that for the two-hundredth time, I said: look at that beautiful that rock, he said, without stopping to press on buttons blacks: "You have not yet figured out that I do not give anything of nature." A monster, then. Now is a good person, I can assure you. Play as long World of Warcraft. Technology already has a history behind it. At 20 he can already afford to miss, thanks to the fast tempo of the machines.
I wonder if we are willing to give up this status of the technology objects of nostalgia. Or, if you will, a historical document. I think that compose the gallery that we're seeing these days should always remain open. Be the storehouse of memory. Not a museum or a book. Those not stop, will crystallize. Should work as Waybackmachine . And 'the archive of the web pages of the past years. There's even this . And 'one of the first pages of the Republic before he saw it. The wall that was broken a little, 'that meant. That we were working, which bring patience. It moves me, but I admit I have a personal involvement in the affair.
I admitted the obvious: What would be the object without the knowledge and the emotional involvement? Nothing. The object is not without the nostalgia.
Please do not tell that it is not possible in a totally different way. Computers Steve Jobs, for example, tell their own private history, that never intersects the other market players, history of beauty but also exclusivity and closing up the sectarian talebanesimo technology. The PC "Taiwanese" - so they called them in the 80s because China had not yet taken off as an economic superpower while flying the separate island, tell the story of economic science that was founded on the law of the minimum cost, the frenzy of Moore, memories of that shoot up and the decreasing costs that never allows one iota of beauty. Objects ugly, ugly. But that made the development of the world.
You can rewrite a piece of world history looking at the old machines (not the cars, these cars). In key design, aesthetics, economic and technological history. Of "interface", ie in terms of the relationship between man and machine set up the object and its mode of use: who does not remember the commander of Star Trek Scottie, returned in the twentieth century, began to speak to a Macintosh, for the wonder of his contemporaries: "But what it does, talk to the computer? Must use the mouse. "
It can be maniacs of old programs: I know people who keep all the software out in the 80s and 90s. Certainly not to use it. But because you could easily pick up the "weight". The names may appear esoteric Wordperfect or Symphony for more today, but they were working tools: by the way, programs that weighed 300, 400 k. Today, they are almost the same thing, but weigh 2 gigs. A colleague of mine for years has collected all the results of the cycling world, and he did it on a database is created. A one-man application that someone should keep even in 2200.
But I think the reason why they are successful the gallery - which is then a case of crowdsourcing, journalism from the swarm, where each bee brings a little 'is the result of nectar and honey - well the key is the ability to relate to the 'family albums, computer-colored nostalgia. Today, for example, who knows what I'd give to have an acoustic coupler. We close with this episode it's worth it.
For many years I followed the Athletics. Sport in which the public, when there, follow the races and clapping their hands, sometimes very old stadium, tapping your feet. A casino absurd. In the early 90's we had the papers with the Toshiba 1000. A affarino wonderful, black screen, no hard disk and a drive for floppy disks. On the computer, the 3 dos or something made its bootstrap mystery with writing that appeared and disappeared from the screen. Then you put a disk in the drive on which we would have saved the pieces. When you had finished writing, you had to send the piece to the newspaper. And here was the fun part. Why the fuss people made or the line could be disturbed. Sometimes both. And so the transmission was done with this sort of telephone receiver with two suction cups on the ends. The data passed like drops of precious oil on the phone, but the applause sent everything haywire. He could drop the line. Or become a 45 100 lines because the rest "got eaten," as was said at the time.
Do not remember who found the system, not me anyway. We sat on the coupling so that the body part with which you are usually sitting protect data transmission. It worked. Of course, if someone told you then that the piece seemed written with c, you could no longer be sorry.
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