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Looking around for a slide rule page to reference last
entry I came across a statement about how they'd been replaced by pocket
calculators in the early 1970s. Let me set that record straight, as I was
there. In the Fall of 1972 I matriculated at the university, in the College
of Engineering. All were required to have and be able to use a slide rule - I'd
been interested in their operation since at least the sixth grade, when I
checked out a how-to book from the library. We'd had instruction during twelfth
grade Physics the year before (the teacher had this enormous prop for
a visual aid, over four feet long, which hung from the top of the blackboard)
and for my birthday I received a Pickett
instrument from my engineer Dad. It's made of non-ferrous metal (aluminum
or some alloy) and painted yellow, unlike the light-weight white plastic
slipsticks most of my peers had. (Dad's was made of wood, however.) My
Pickett has a leather case with a belt loop - to complete the maximum-nerd
ensemble, it would be dangling and bobbing at one's side like an officer's
ceremonial dagger. The next year, 1973, Hewlett-Packard's first hand-held
calculators appeared. Very expensive, with their wonderful red LED displays,
their Star Trek-ish tapered console styling, and the absurd "reverse-Polish"
usage (one didn't enter "1 + 2 =", but rather
"+ 1 = 2" or some such - I never had one, so I might not
have this quite right). By 1974 they were becoming common, but were banned
from formal use, like in tests, for Class reasons: since they were so
expensive, it was assumed (and rightfully so) that only the children of the
rich would have them, with their huge advantage over the slipstick's
precision and speed. Spring semester of 1975 was my last for a while - I got
two F's and was too distracted by the real world to continue attendance, so
I dropped out. This was temporary, however - after travel and independent
living, I took a couple summer-school classes in 1977, then some more in
the Spring semester of 1978, and finally returned full time in the Fall of
that year, graduating the next Spring. Nobody had slide rules when I returned,
the price had fallen so that all could afford a pocket calculator, and during
my absence the new technology had usurped the old completely. (My first
calculator was a Sharp, but since then I've been a Casio man.)
Long phone talk with L last night. (Is a short one possible?) As always we
both felt better afterwards. I spoke of my possible plan to stay on in Europe
when I fly there this Fall, stretching my time abroad from weeks to months.
(Perhaps even to continue traveling east, to accomplish the Big One - the
Ground Orbit.) This would mean quitting my job, however... something my Dad
would find inexplicable, so there'd be extended painful phone & email
exchanges involving decision justification. Being the middle child, and hence desperate
for approval, I feel somewhat helpless - but perhaps I can break free and
truly be me!
"A tornado in the windmills of my mind - hang on, Toto, hang on!"
- Mork
The possibility of Y2K & EuroDollar disruptions are a clear sign to me that
this could be the last chance for easy European travel for a while, perhaps
forever, and I should grasp the reigns of destiny and go for it. Giving
notice to the sanguine father-figure of a boss I have now will be tough,
though - almost treacherous. But like a friendly co-worker observed, after
I'd made my first Californian transfer request: "You had to do something." This may be
another of those times. Talking with B the other night, I tried to
articulate just how fed up and full of it I am. Over twenty years of this computer
stuff, and my memory still insists on retaining useless data about all the
projects I've worked on - it really gets in the way sometimes. Here's my
career summary in acronyms, with certain key letters translated to preserve my
anonymity:
- ERVX 2
- GRVX 6.5
- DWP 0.5
- FBAX 4
- DXXDX 2.4
- XVADX 0.2
- VDAVD 1.5
- GDDX 1.5
- DDXD 0.2
- DVAX 1.2
The numbers are the years of my life spent on each. But as L points out, quitting
this cushy low-stress high-pay job could be folly. On the other hand, G points out
that this cozy situation could be a liability, that I'm "too comfortable", which is
preventing my moving onward to greater things. In two months I must decide.
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