Technology

Years ago, when I was an undergraduate, my advisor had a baby. We did a fair amount of short-term babysitting in the office, while she went to meetings and whatnot.

Since this was back in the Dark Ages, we had a typewriter that we used for file labels and envelopes. Jack loved it. Loved it. At about 6 months, he understood that his hands whapping the keyboard caused the clicking noise, and he could do it for an hour if held in someone's lap.

I thought it was hilarious. My co-worked probably prayed for silence. But it kept him occupied.

Fast-forward to Iain. And laptops. And computers with nice, quiet keyboards. And no more fun with whapping. We hold Iain where he can see the computer, but there's no reward for hitting the keys. Instead, he keeps trying to put his mouth on the edge of the board.

But he can see the screen, and occasionally finds something interesting there. Such as himself. If you blow up the photograph above, you'll see that he's looking at his own website. Narcissist!