The keyboard (#17/365)

I could talk to you all day about keyboards. My keyboard, in actual fact, may be the single most important object in my life. Is that sad?

Every day, I type. For 14 hours or more, each and every day, I type. To say that my keyboard is an umbilical cord would, rather shockingly, be an understatement.

This is the portal to my friends, and to the games I play. It is the portal to my office, and without it I would be jobless, or working in a cubicle somewhere like most other unfortunate humans.

It’s been this way since I was about 9, when I first started programming and hanging out in the earliest of Internet chat rooms — and I expect it will always will be. Until we get cerebral implants that interface with computers, anyway…

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I am a tall, hairy, British writer who blogs about technology, photography, travel, and whatever else catches my eye.

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