{"id":20799,"date":"2017-08-17T06:00:20","date_gmt":"2017-08-17T10:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wading-in.net\/walkabout\/?p=20799"},"modified":"2017-08-17T00:16:40","modified_gmt":"2017-08-17T04:16:40","slug":"daily-jim-pic-28","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wading-in.net\/walkabout\/2017\/08\/daily-jim-pic-28\/","title":{"rendered":"Daily Jim pic 28"},"content":{"rendered":"

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It appears that I inadvertently deleted the e-mail this was attached to, so I’m thin on details, but I believe<\/em> this is the schoolhouse that Jim’s grandfather-in-law attended. We’ll see a little more of it shortly. We’re back in Montana, by the way.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, I’m jealous. I would love for any of the schools that I attended to be this decrepit;<\/strong> obviously I don’t have fond memories of my school days. I would probably have even less fond ones had I attended something like this, but that’s perspective – I went to school mostly in the 70s, and while I was in a rather stagnant farming area, it wasn’t this<\/em> bad – you can’t get much more Laura-Ingalls, can you? We at least had filmstrip projectors, though you had to manually advance the frames (bong<\/em>.) <\/p>\n

For my legions of younger followers, I’ll expand on that a little:<\/strong> some slides were not individual pieces of film but instead a whole roll undivided, which would be run through a projector and advanced one frame at a time, thus a filmstrip. The related part was usually a cassette tape, which contained the instructional\/explanatory audio and a tone to cue the operator to advance. This is where all of the terminology of Powerpoint presentations came from, much later on.<\/p>\n

Okay, odd memories time. The computer revolution was just beginning to take place in my latter years of high school, though not really at my<\/em> high school. Nonetheless, we had a pair of computer terminals, one of which wasn’t even connected to a monitor:<\/strong> it had a noisy printer instead, so yes, everything that you typed, and every response to commands, was printed out one letter at a time – I mean, fairly quickly, but still, claklaklaklaklaklak<\/em>. No shit. It was a hell of a way to play games.<\/p>\n

The one that did<\/em> have a monitor, though, was connected real-time to the computer lab at the trade school twenty-some kilometers away, and you could direct message people within the class, which was a hoot at the time (I honestly don’t know the class structure that permitted this, but I was never accused of being disruptive.) Yes, this was a precursor to texting, and before that instant-messaging, and was my first experience with the peculiar properties of communicating with total strangers in text messages. I was fairly popular<\/em> in that milieu, and had people asking if I was around – at a time when my face-to-face interactions were anything but (hard as that may be to believe, but the glamor of bug photography was still in the future.) When you have a little time to formulate a response, you can be more clever than conversation permits, for most of us, anyway, and while this wasn’t exactly flirting<\/em>, it had largely the same effect. Later on when AOL Instant Messenger was the way everyone was communicating, it happened again with the classmates of a friend who all used her account;<\/strong> they wanted to know who I was<\/em>, undoubtedly not picturing me in anything like an accurate manner. It’s really weird how fascinated someone can get with someone else over a bare minimum of information, filling in the missing bits through sheer imagination.<\/p>\n

And now, I barely text, and never use chatrooms or any such social media – dunno why. Just seemed to leave it behind.<\/p>\n

Getting back to the old schoolhouse, do you think the students there used to leave messages on the little chalkboards for kids on different schedules? Maybe even, “Draw a picture of your ankles” when things started to heat up?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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