i drew this at age six after my father took me to work at digital equipment corp in the 70′s. it was probably the first time i touched a “computer” (this being but a terminal).

this was an LA-100, which printed dot-matrix output on continuous sheet-fed printer paper. i remember coming home with stacks of output on which i had played games like “hangman” and “chase”, poring over my every move in retrospect.

most likely this machine was connected to a PDP-11 but the details are hazy… in that era, the machines were in another room, a “terminal” being, essentially, one end of a long keyboard/video cable.

note the phone attached to the terminal via an acoustic coupler. damn, i am old school.

In a many dark hour
I’ve been thinkin’ about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can’t think for you
You’ll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.
–Bob Dylan, “With God On Our Side”

Whatsoever I’ve feared has
Come to life
Whatsoever I’ve fought off
Became my life
Just when everyday
Seemed to greet
Me with a smile
Sunspots have faded
And now I’m doing time
Cause I fell on
Black days

Whomsoever I’ve cured
I’ve sickened now
Whomsoever I’ve cradled
I’ve put you down
I’m a search light soul
They say but I can’t
See it in the night
I’m only faking
When I get it right
Cause I fell on
Black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate
–Soundgarden, “Fell on Black Days”

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
–William Butler Yeats, “When You Are Old”