Computers have never been absent from my home. For my whole life I have watched, learned, and known the world as a connected and calculated place. I was maybe six years old when I first became the computer expert. My mother and I would sit in wait in a full computer lab. She would be doing her homework, and I would be drafting designs of the space ships with which I hoped to one day conquer the stars. Then a nervous student would stand up in the loud droning room to ask for help, and often enough I could show them how to save their files onto floppy disks and send their essays over to the dot-matrix printers. But then I grew up, I got a job, and for years I just disconnected from the video games and programming languages. I completely missed the first seven years of smart phones. So now I stand at a strange place, learning to use new computer systems like those nervous students back in 1996. Well not quite like them, I at least have the context that only someone who had watched, learned, and known computers from infancy could have. This blog is my weekly record of my first Art in Digital Technology class and the attached picture is the desk upon which I read my textbook.