Sitting here at my desk, cavorting around the world via the miracle of hypertext, it's hard for me to fathom the human toil and innovation that went into putting this plastic-and-glass-and-little-bits-of-metal box in front of me. A roomful of 1960s computers, on my desk — only slightly larger than the shifting heap of papers and books.
1 oz. grenadine
In a mug, I poured an ounce of grenadine, symbolizing the blood of those defenders of capitalism who gave their lives so that I could buy this computer with valuable American dollars from the fat-cat owners of overseas sweatshops.
“A toast to the wired world in which we wive.”
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