I have spent the morning cleaning out some old hardware. A pair of desktop computers that have not been started up for four years or more.
I do not consider myself a hoarder, but letting go of old computer equipment is always hard.
Computers and technology tend to be big purchases. We invest in them.
In this case the machines were ones that I had built, rebuilt and upgraded by hand. I had used them as workstations, sitting for hours, days, weeks, months while they had whirred tirelessly away under the desk.
I wrote software and articles. Thousands of pieces of e-mail flowed across the screens. hours of music had played through the speakers.
Operating systems and software had been upgraded, replaced and, at times re-installed or wound back. Disk repair, defrag and backup software had kept them running many nights.
In each case they had become too slow for the latest software. They had been relegated to workgroup servers (an undemanding job in a small workgroup) and eventually were shelved as “backups” for newer machines.
Today their performance and capacity seems ludicrous, but each machine was a big investment, carefully chosen, and lovingly used.
I name my computers.
Over the years I have named computers after moons, characters from books and movies. Currently I am naming them after spacecraft and mars rovers. I am typing this on a Chromebox named Firefly, while my Chromebook, Viking recharges beside me.
These two were named Banichi and Jago. I will leave it for the sci-fi fans to figure out who they were named after.
Today they were carted into the back yard, minus disk drives, that will be destroyed, and added to a pile to go to the recycling depot as e-waste. Finding a home for them, minus keyboards and monitors is impractical.
I will not miss them, but I will remember them as old friends now departed.
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