Mirroring @[email protected], anything I have that has computers in it. I have a USB charger (charger!) that’s more powerful than the computers that guided the Apollo missions in flight. I have some earphones that could take on the computing work of a dozen Voyagers. And in my pocket I have a computer that has more computational horsepower than all the computers on earth back when I was 16. AND it’s connected to literally millions other such computers, many of which are far more powerful than mine.
Going away from tech, however, I have a personal library filled to the brim with ancient works of philosophy, politics, artisanship, and even tea that I could only dream of actually owning when I was 16. I have a personal collection of musical instruments (mostly woodwinds and adjacent, with an intrusive lump of kalimbas as well) that would have probably made me rethink the career path I selected back then. I have silks. Oh so many silks! All because silk is cheap like borscht here, and because world trade, until recently, had been so open that even people half a world away can reasonably afford genuine silks, albeit perhaps not quite as many as I can here.
Oh, and I have a husband-like creature I fondly refer to as SO. At 16 I’d have freaked out hearing that since I swore then I would never marry. (And I haven’t, to be fair, at least in the legal sense.)
Mirroring @[email protected], anything I have that has computers in it. I have a USB charger (charger!) that’s more powerful than the computers that guided the Apollo missions in flight. I have some earphones that could take on the computing work of a dozen Voyagers. And in my pocket I have a computer that has more computational horsepower than all the computers on earth back when I was 16. AND it’s connected to literally millions other such computers, many of which are far more powerful than mine.
Going away from tech, however, I have a personal library filled to the brim with ancient works of philosophy, politics, artisanship, and even tea that I could only dream of actually owning when I was 16. I have a personal collection of musical instruments (mostly woodwinds and adjacent, with an intrusive lump of kalimbas as well) that would have probably made me rethink the career path I selected back then. I have silks. Oh so many silks! All because silk is cheap like borscht here, and because world trade, until recently, had been so open that even people half a world away can reasonably afford genuine silks, albeit perhaps not quite as many as I can here.
Oh, and I have a husband-like creature I fondly refer to as SO. At 16 I’d have freaked out hearing that since I swore then I would never marry. (And I haven’t, to be fair, at least in the legal sense.)