In the nineties, I ran the Artsy Fartsy Bulletin Board System out of my home for several years. Those were the days of 2400 baud modems and the scree scraw weeeeeeeeeekkkk!!! sound of the connection soon became a part of my every waking and sleeping moment.
When you are smack dab in the middle of massive change, it’s nearly impossible to parse what is going on all around you.
Baby boomers have been there a few times. The chaos of the sixties, when the world suddenly went from belonging to your parents, to belonging to you and your like-minded friends – remember that?
I’ve recently been reunited with my vinyl collection. Over 3000 LPs of CanCon-only vintage that I’ve been collecting since around 1980; prior to that I was your average music lover with anything and everything that fell under the guise of popular music – no matter the country.
This year it falls to me to be the last voice of DBAWIS 2014. Still decked out in my new holiday outfit, and digesting our early family Christmas dinner,
My name is Roxanne Tellier and I am addicted to computing. There, I said it, in front whatever cosmic element you call your deity, and everyone. I am hooked on electronic media and the Internet.
I likely wouldn’t have known the depth of my addiction if my main computer had not suddenly died on me a few days ago. Even those horrendous days off the grid during the Ice Storm hadn’t upset me as much as this week’s loss of contact with the world. Okay, it was just for a few hours until I got my little netbook up and running, but even those few hours were excruciating.
Live long enough, you’ll see everything.
Back in the late 90’s, early 2000’s I had a thriving eBay business. I had 5 people on staff, and made a decent living. eBay called me a “bronze” seller, because I did so well.
And then the planes hit the towers in 2001. Immediately, America went xenophobic, and really, who could blame them? They had been hit in their Big Apple, a city so loved and blessed they named it twice … New York, New York.
Tick tock, Tick tock. Time is marching on for everyone, but oh so very visibly for the Baby Boomers. And most particularly for those of us who chose careers that put us in the public’s eye. If you are lucky enough to stay on the right side of the grass, you are going to get old, and if you have a scrap book full of photos, you are going to have proof positive that aging in our society is not for the weak of heart or stomach.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 