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A stunning day, I should be outside enjoying it but instead I'm trying to make sense out of the attic, which holds a good twenty years of papers, books, documents, you name it.

It's only when I look at the cubic metres of boxes, that I fully realise how much I've read, written and published over the last two decades.

In there somewhere, there's the Prentice Hall Book on Lotus 123, an original 1994 thesis on "Groupware' - 'Lotus Notes an Emerging Standard' that was published in an an 'abridged' form in what was then, the Institute of Information Scientist's journal of document management, (ISSN 0969-9325) and a good fifteen years of Lotus, Microsoft, aquaCorps, Diver, and Java magazines as well as Computer Weekly articles.

Looking back though, through this weblog and indeed through the paper magazines and material that preceded it, it looks to the observer as if the world really started after 1995, when material started to appear, en masse, on the internet. Tragically, most of the really interesting stuff, that witnessed the beginning of the consumer computing revolution, was from about 1989 onwards and that's mostly lost.

Perhaps in a few years, I wil give some of this materal to a museum, IBM, Microsoft or even flog it on eBay. Who knows?

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