Another unnavigably long trail of Quora answers! Rejoice, rejoice oh ye peoples!
I am old. I am old.
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Hendrix was alive when I was born. Stravinsky wasn’t.
One of my earliest memories is the death of Elvis.
PacMan was a diverting novelty to a preteen in country Crete.
Books were my constant companion.
I had a substantial audio cassette collection.
The fall of the Berlin Wall was a defining memory in my life.
When I went to uni, people kept their mouths shut in libraries, and libraries had a function other than as a drop-in centre for people to check their Facebook.
“2 MB of RAM on the new Mac?! What are you going to do with it all?!”
I saw a glimpse of the Web when finishing undergrad. I predicted it would never work out. There wasn’t even a tenth of the stuff on the Web that there was on FTP networks.
I amassed a personal library of photocopies of academic texts.
The most recent electronic music I heard was drum ’n’ bass.
I lectured using an Overhead Projector.
I made a Semtex joke at an airport back when you could get away with it.
Twitter was the first technology I didn’t intuitively understand. There have been many others since.