The Atlantic:
Of all the noises that my children will not understand, the one that is nearest to my heart is not from a song or a television show or a jingle. It’s the sound of a modem connecting with another modem across the repurposed telephone infrastructure. It was the noise of being part of the beginning of the Internet.
Thanks to Daring Fireball for the link.
When I listened to the SoundCloud clip, it brought nothing but smiles back. 🙂
Back then getting online was a priviledge. lol. You “hoped” you could connect, at least where I was, and it was a skill to find the right dial-up number on AOL to get a good connection to chat under a pseudonym with fake pictures of yourself. lmbo.
Good times. 😀