So, leap, or intercalary days if you like … what about them strikes as noteworthy?
Well, it's just pleasingly absurd to think the last time it was February the 29th we were all back in 2004. John Kerry was already the challenger-apparent for what was set to be an unjustly dull election while Iraq was such a hotbed. Just why primary voters didn't flock to the better natural politician – John Edwards – I don't know. And I'll not pull out a baloney explanation for why conservatives haven't rallied to Mike Huckabee either! My beloved PowerBook wasn't quite a year old and Panther was the new big cat on its hard drive. Ah, ExposĂ©. I'd only persuaded a single switcher back then too. An already ageing Athlon XP handled Battlefield 1942 for me. All right, in glacial John gaming time it wasn't really all that long ago…
Wind back another one, and it was Feb 29, 2000. The Clintons were still lingering in the White House, and Al Gore was already lined up against some wannabe Texan from Connecticut who pounded poor and honest John McCain with three more primary wins that day on his way to the nomination, and – infamously of course – the presidency. I was running Windows 98 on … a several years outdated Pentium 133 laptop and a crotchety 450 MHz K6-II. Was it the retro charm of Grand Prix 2 I was still in to then, or Civilization II? I've really never been cutting edge when it comes to gaming! But I was already used to 24-7 broadband internet by then, only just not at home.
One more back and things really get weird. In 1996 Bill Clinton was at the prime of his pre-Lewinsky charm, set for an all too obvious win, so it wasn't the presidentials which I remember much from that year. I didn't have my very own personal computer yet, it was a shared household 486 in Windows for Workgroups and very often MS-DOS for games and wavetable soundcard hijinks. It wouldn't be until that summer that I read Hunter S. Thompson for the first time, and really woke up to the potential of writing and far flung thoughts. John Major's Tories were still in power in these parts – wildly villified – making me wonder just what was rotten at the core of democracy if this was what people really felt. I remember actually caring about Formula One back in those days, presumably eager to see how the great Gerhard Berger and Jean Alesi would do with the car Michael Schumacher had just won his second championship with before trading teams and places. It turned out the magic was all Schuey. I also vaguely recall David Baddiel splitting with Rob Newman – an absurdist comedy partnership I had liked – and penning one of the more annoying football anthems of all time with Frank Skinner. It didn't come home by the way … that seemed to actually matter back in those days. Meanwhile I read of chopped Harley-Davidsons, played only the finest half dozen costly Super Nintendo cartridges, and occasionally did battle with System 7 … though only on inexplicably archaic Classics.
1992 even sounds like another whole age in history. I didn't even have my SNES until Christmas. Guess my main tech was playing with the night sky on SkyGlobe for DOS on a monochrome 286 Amstrad! You could hear the processor struggling with screen updates, I kid you not. I remember the UK general election, in that the media were appalled with the outcome … but not for another few months back in (my arbitrary hook) February of course! A Clinton succeeded a Bush as we were being reminded until fairly recently as well; some old guy who said to read his lips a lot and had some sort of business with notably poor-marksman "Saddam Insane" from one of those countries that started with "IRA" and had lots of sand. There were Scuds too … and a noticeable atmosphere of propaganda which even my 11 year old self didn't fail to notice while the merry foray went on. All the cockpit footage looked very sci-fi and impressive and all – echoed by a whole era of war games hot on its heels – but there was still death and destruction, right? Why weren't we so bothered when the other guys where getting slaughtered, or that bomb shelter full of kids? Not that I was a pacifist … no, I'd already all the cynicism and intrigue in me to make a full blown politico!
1988 … ring any bells? I can remember teachers and classmates, a friend or two I still have kicking around even now, but nothing really big-picture. Maybe I'd learned BASIC already on the (mysteriously ancient, yet again) TRS-80, Vic-20 and Apple ][ (don't know which one) we had at times at home. Maybe not though. Whenever Woz's one arrived, I must admit that floppy disks seemed so futuristic compared to saving your code to cassette!
1984 … original Macintosh. We had BBC's at school though. Or rather our school had one BBC Micro, and that wasn't necessarily 1984 either. (Like I can be bothered checking their history…) I remember it would show up on a trolley maybe once a term, its armour-clad monitor on top and a reading-glasses-twiddling teacher would open a manual and peck at keys until the damned machine did anything at all, much to our youthful ho-hum. There was a time though when I knew enough to summon:
10 PRINT "Now that was an afternoon!MISCHIEVOUS MESSAGE OF YOUR CHOICE ";
20 GOTO 10
Damn, if only my folks had been wealthy and daring enough to pick up a 128k. I'm sure MacPaint would have impressed me more then than when its ubiquitous clones caught up with me many years later. I can even remember trying my hand at a text editor in BASIC just so I could save files on those instant-off micro's we did happen to come by. Yeah, I know, I'm no Linus Torvalds, but floppies … and the better plastic box-shaped kind, in 1984, oh yeah, let me at that mouse!
In spring 1980 I was only a few months old, so I can't lend any truisms about Carter versus Reagan from any sort of past perspective. According to this system of time travel then, that's as far back as our vehicle gets. No cheating now.
One trusism I can offer though is that tiresome one about the unpredictability of time. Tech gets better – in ways we only occasionally suspect beforehand – while other things, well, I'm tempted to say they disappoint in comparison! Not always though. In politics its so often the leaders which really matter. Things I and many others haven't paid much thought to in years, like oh say the whole Middle East peace process if you can even remember that in earnest, can and probably will resume once Washington has its purge after the election. Obama or McCain, it's all good. Hillary even too, though frankly I'm beginning to make that time honoured mistake of overlooking her before all's said and done. Next Tuesday, yeah, or a ghoullish replay of the machinations which saw the last overthrow of a democratic winner, right before Al Gore's eyes again!
Anyway, even I detect my rambling now so don't worry, this post comes to a close. Obviously the future is the place to point it: what do I think tomorrow's Feb 29 will be like, in 2012? UNIX based, open sourced, well designed, and safer than today? Yeah, sure, like legend's dragon's die so soon. Another maxim I've come to suspect is true over the years is that good and evil are perspective as much as anything. So too can be, alas, up and down if you follow long enough to see this most strained distortion. More on that later, as I cover the extremist's refuge. But for now I'll say the truth, which is I can't even tell you what happens in November yet alone leaps and bounds ahead. The human world in its seething politics and glorious complexity is like that. You can suspect, intuit, and maybe conjure up sound reasoning in retrospect; but projections alone are a mug's game. One I just can't keep from playing.
