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The Decade of the Desktop
I remember some fatherly advice I got a while back that I wish, in hindsight, I would have taken a bit more seriously. The bumps, bruises, bristles, friction, frustration, and pain I could have avoided almost make me laugh now. Perhaps it was my youthful bravado, a rebellious spirit, or simply something you must go through in growing up. That thing called learning. I get it now.
I remember some fatherly advice I got a while back that I wish, in hindsight, I would have taken a bit more seriously. The bumps, bruises, bristles, friction, frustration, and pain I could have avoided almost make me laugh now. Perhaps it was my youthful bravado, a rebellious spirit, or simply something you must go through in growing up. That thing called learning. I get it now.
I remember some fatherly advice I got a while back that I wish, in hindsight, I would have taken a bit more seriously. The bumps, bruises, bristles, friction, frustration, and pain I could have avoided almost make me laugh now. Perhaps it was my youthful bravado, a rebellious spirit, or simply something you must go through in growing up. That thing called learning. I get it now.
I remember some fatherly advice I got a while back that I wish, in hindsight, I would have taken a bit more seriously. The bumps, bruises, bristles, friction, frustration, and pain I could have avoided almost make me laugh now. Perhaps it was my youthful bravado, a rebellious spirit, or simply something you must go through in growing up. That thing called learning. I get it now.