No, there is no national registry for philatelists! Pretty soon they’re going to take the word out of the dictionary anyway. In recent visits to Stamp Shows, I’ve struggled to see anyone younger than, well let’s guess at 50.
Stamp collecting used to be a venerable hobby. FDR was famous for his collection. Winston Churchill, too. Stalin? Maybe not so much, although there was a lot of Soviet art on the U.S.S.R stamps of his era.
So, I’m not trying to find a Penny Black in a box of antique letter covers.
But you’ve got to admit: there are few things as relaxing as sorting through a bag of postage stamps, purchased for a song on eBay, looking for a hidden treasure. And then, licking the hinge, putting it on the stamp, then licking again, putting it in the album, crossing off that number on the list, and stretching back to admire what you’ve found. Ahhh.
Remember when a fuse blew down in the basement?
And you couldn’t remember where the new fuses were stored?
And you couldn’t read the tiny letters on them anyway?
So, you shoved a penny in the fuse holder, and said “I’ll fix it tomorrow“?
Funny how we still do that.
Maybe it’s because so few people remember what happens when you put a penny in the fuse holder.
Maybe it’s because so few people remember what a fuse is.
Brexit. Grexit. Scotland? Greater Ireland? Cataloni-out-a-there? Siciliaderci? Bavaria-bientot?
OK, puns aside, where will it end?
And what if it migrates across the Atlantic?
Maybe the very word ‘Union’ has become so distasteful in our individualist cultures that we can’t abide sticking together. Does the good of them any outweigh the good of the one anymore at all?
I’m trying to think of a historical case when an ’empire’ (if you’ll allow the over-simplification of the Europe Union case) was split into pieces and remained stable or prosperous or even independent for long. Let me ruminate on this one a bit, and I’ll get back to you.
Right now I’ve got to plan my vacations to several new ‘countries’!
Well? What’s it gonna be? Left turn or right turn?
The road straight ahead is washed out, so our plan to go that way is ruined.
Yes, I know that that route was a change from our original route just a few months ago, but who can predict the weather? The weather this month was very disappointing, and that road is washed out.
What, you say, we could still go that way? We could climb down in the gully and wade across, then up the other side?
Hmmm. Well, I can’t see the other side, so it may as well have fallen into the sea, and if we try to wade across we can’t carry everything we’ve brought that we need. So we’d have to live quite a bit differently on that route — assuming we get across and not swept away in the next storm.
I don’t see any alternatives except to choose ‘left’ or ‘right’. A veritable fork in the road.
Ah, one’s career is hard to foretell. Gone are the days of permanency, pensions and picnics. But unless we want to turn back time, or move to another culture, we can’t change it.
So, on we go. Into the wilderness. “Follow the yellow brick road”? Well, the yellow bricks just got washed away, and now we’re down to cobblestones. They say cobblestones last longer anyway, even if they jar your teeth loose! Even though “we’re not in Kansas anymore”, let me quote their lyrics:
Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
Well, yes, the title is a blatant attempt to squeeze a few keywords into one phrase. But, yes, there was word processing on mainframe computers, even before there were PCs.
This is the story of bending such a text processing system to do my will.
Back in the olden days, there were things called “mainframe computers”. They got that name because they were in mainly big – very big – frames, and computed, and were kept in air-conditioned rooms while human beings lived in the heat and humidity that had been their lot in life for generations. Ah, to be a mainframe technician! It meant staying cool in the weather of the East Coast. But anyway, these massive machines were connected to terminals, each providing typed input and showing the output of programs running on the computer in a time-shared environment. Sounds like client-server? Well, not so far off.
Well, the mainframes had programs which could format text into printed materials. These were text processors. The output was printed on equally massive line printers in the same air-conditioned room as the mainframe. One had to walk down the hall to get one’s “print-out’, and check it for errors. IBM had a very good example of this system with their IBM/370’s and their Script/VS text processing program.
This was the beast that had to be tamed.
Continue reading “Mainframe Word Processing?”
1992 brought a change at IBM Microelectronics. It was a big change. Facing business pressures, and with a stockpile of cool technologies, IBM chose to open their doors and sell their technology capabilities to the rest of the semiconductor-using world! True, those heady days of three-level-metal, 8-inch wafers seem simple now, looking back. But at the time those techniques, and others, were state of the art.
I was working in Program Management, and had gotten a taste of travel, and being in front of customers. I liked it. I wanted more. I signed up and moved to the Field Application Engineering department, serving external (and internal) customers with IBM’s premier ASIC offerings.
The biggest challenge in selling what IBM had was that IBM had different stuff. There were other ASIC companies out there, but IBM had top-end silicon, packaging, tools, sign-off methods, testing, and more. How to convince the customer that those things are worth a bit more, and that their design engineers could make use of it?
Continue reading “Out into the Real World”
Soon after the successes in designing subsystems for a new 20MHz tester, while looking around for more ways to contribute to the team, I came into the office on a Monday morning to see a meeting announcement.
“We have all been given a new mission,” proclaimed our manager. In those days, this was not an uncommon occurrence in IBM, yet my co-workers and I had worried looks.
Continue reading “Back to School”
Yes, indeed, I can write code with one hand and wire-wrap with the other. “Prove it,” you say. Well, I did in the late 80s.
After several years working on test equipment purchased by IBM, I decided it was time to take the plunge. A different department in IBM was developing a new tester in-house, and they needed help. So, an interview or two, and I transferred over there.
I arrived in time to get the assignment to design a “fail buffer” subsystem for the tester. This peripheral would collect fail information as the equipment ran patterns on the prototype memory cards. Software would be needed to count errors in that collected data, analyze patterns in the failures (row or column problems), and output reports. “I can do both – the hardware and the software!” I said. “It’s yours,” replied my new manager.
Continue reading “Ambidextrous”
I see this pattern in the projects I tackle in my professional life:
I enter into a new field – whether a new computer type, a new programming language, a new technology; I learn it; then I write about it and explain it to others; then I find its limits and try to push through those limits.
It began early.
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