Computers always stink. There was the TRS-80 from Radio Shack. You could write your own Pong game in Basic and save it on a cassette tape! How quickly ! became when you tried to do much more. Later, Macs were far more useful, but they got agonizingly slower with each new release of Freehand. In time, they too stunk. I tried PCs and found endless frustration and virus fear to go with the “not enough” problem; they really stunk.

I’m back to a Mac. It’s pretty good, but it still never knows what I’m thinking. And that’s what I’m waiting for, what we should all expect from computers. A second brain, one that remembers what we can’t, that organizes  projects, saves wild ideas effortlessly, and never has to be searched by the perfect string (or stare up and to the left) to find stored data.

Hope arrived this week in the form of the first serious melding of silicon with synapses. Just think!