My Room is a Time Capsule

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I recently sold my TI-83+ and TI-89 calculators to a coworker, since her children needed them for school. The most difficult math I'm allowed to touch as a fledgling business major is addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division — limited to one function per day, of course. While I have a soft spot in my heart for expensive graphing calculators, I could not bear to force this friend of mine to scrounge up hundreds of dollars to fork over to Texas Instruments when I had exactly what she needed collecting dust in a drawer.

But the point of this entry is not to make me sound like a nice person. (I am not.) Rather, I would like to share a brief list of the things I was pleasantly surprised to find whilst I was searching for the (gosh dang) connector cable for the TI-89. I only barely touched the surface of four small containers, but I unearthed a veritable cornucopia of charming belongings:

  • 33-cent stamps
  • really nice headphones from 2003, which have been desperately missed since the iPod earbuds started disintegrating five months ago
  • pink mini-Sharpie attached to an official Sharpie lanyard (from an official Sharpie rep) attached to my Office Depot name tag from 2005
  • CD-player-to-cassette-player adapter from 2000
  • candle warmer from 2006
  • mysterious Ziploc bag holding one dollar bill and 83 cents in change, which has been randomly resurfacing at the least expected moments over the past decade
  • a printed copy of a heartbreaking IM conversation between two friends from 2005
  • Corel Print House Magic user's guide from 1997
  • address labels from 2001, the only ones I have ever owned aside from that one sheet sent to me by Seventeen magazine when I first subscribed
  • my fish (still alive!) from 2008
  • a sunflower (not alive!) from last week

I also found a flash drive, one rollerball mouse, one optical mouse, four film cameras, one of those Polaroid sticker cameras, two cordless telephones, four cell phone chargers, and five tons of other tech-related goodies, but those aren't nearly as entertaining. Aged address labels, though . . . Wow, those are just hawt. I can't wait to start sending letters to people. Want to be pen pals? I'll lose your letters pretty quickly, but I promise to be really excited when I uncover them again in 2049 A.D.

P.S. Thanks for telling me what to title my entry, Dad!
P.P.S. Don't think that gives you permission to read my blog, though, dear father of mine.

Justin

Justin

I remember my trusty TI-83. It got me all the way from 9th grade Algebra I to Business Calculus in college. Then, it was like we never met. There was no more math to preform. Luckily, like yours, my calculator has found a new home and is once again mid-cycle and helping my brother get through the horrors of math while allowing him to play crude text-based games at the same time.

seven

seven

Ewww... math. I amused myself with my TI-83 by writing embarrassing things like my first name + my crush's last name, which I would promptly erase lest one of my brothers read them.

We should totally be pen pals. My addy is on my Facebook... If you send me something, I will totally send you something back. :)

Nick Tabick

Nick Tabick

Even though most of the people I know have moved to the TI-89 (and beyond - Mathematica, anyone?), I've still got an 83+ here. (There's a bit of a story that goes along with it too, but this isn't the time or place.)

@ Justin: There are other things besides text-based games for the 83...*cough*Ion*cough*

Back on topic, there are quite a few random things there, and you're making me quiver thinking about the two dresser drawers I have at home loaded down with antiquities from a childhood since passed. And don't even get me started about the basement... >.

And hold the phone a minute - you lost Timmy Venture? o.O

seanlb

seanlb

CD-player-to-cassette-player adapter from 2000


i have two of these in my car lest the first one breaks. the radio tuner things are pathetic. computer/psp/ipod hooked up to the car is the way to go!

Blindsquirrel

Blindsquirrel

That poor sunflower...