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Last night, CompuServe turned this computer into a travel agent for Jennie, a stock analyst for Ralph, and now, it’s sending Herbie to another galaxy. Ad for CompuServe online services - 1984.
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Whenever I see Elon Musk’s child’s name writen somewhere my brain just reads it as the dial-up Internet sound
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the Garden of Eden is now a Mac store repetition cliques become clicks walking becomes Pokémon Go (is this even relevant anymore?) screen cracks and knees scraped on sidewalk cement i think about snail mail sometimes and wires and landlines dial-up internet had all the makings of a beautiful symphony or at least a minuet i steal my parents’ record and cassette collections (it’s the material not the sound that’s different) and i wonder when someone will remember the VHS tapes the way they huff and skip and draw lines over the actors’ faces i pretend my fingers itch for wheat fields and papier-mâché instead of Tesla coils i still prefer touchscreen over T9
One of my abiding memories of the dial-up era is the time I was trying to connect to the Internet at the same time my dad (who was out on the road in his job as a tour bus driver) was trying to call home. So instead of the usual handshake protocol noise, suddenly Dad's voice was coming out of the speakers saying "Hello?" as the modem had opened the connection while he was waiting for someone to pick up, and now there was an open connection, just not the kind either end was looking for!
AOL Dial-Up: Remembering the Internet's Early Days
AOL Dial-Up: Remembering the Internet’s Early Days The last time I used a dial-up modem came sometime around 2001. Within just a few years, dial-up had exited my life, never to return. I haven’t even had a telephone line in my house for most of my adult life. The fact that AOL is finally retiring the ol’ hobbyhorse. At the end of September, it’s gone. The timeline is almost on-the-nose fitting:…