was worried about this kid getting kidnapped. (Hmmm. Would
anybody have noticed?) Computers were actually better for kids
when they were less sophisticated, when dweebie youngsters like
me could tinker under the hood. These days, computers suffer from
the same problem
as
cars: As they became more complex, they
became more difficult for ·people to take apart and put back
together, and, as a result, learn what they are all about. When was
the last time you did anything on your car more involved than
changing the oil filter?
Instead of tinkering under the metaphoric hoods of their
computers, kids these days are playing too many games, and losing
their minds. Not that there's anything wrong with games. They
were some of my earliest programs.
There was one in which you were controlling a small subma
rine in a grotto. It's a very standard game concept. The world
moves sideways, pans, and as a player you're the submarine and you
have to avoid hitting the walls and monster fish. The only thing
that actually moves is the world. The fish move with the world. It
all starts moving faster and faster the longer you play. Meanwhile,
the grotto gets smaller and smaller. You cannot win this game, but
that was never the point. It's fun to play for a week or so and go on
to the next game. The whole point is just writing the code to make
it all happen.
There are other toys, like model planes and ships and cars
and railroads. At one point, Dad buys expensive German model
trains. The reasoning is that he never had a model train set as a kid,
and that it would be a good father-son hobby. It's fun, but it
doesn't come close to the challenge of computers. The only time
your computer privileges are taken away is not for spending too
much time on the machine but
as
punishment for something else,
like fighting with Sara. Throughout grammar school and high
school the two of you are extremely competitive, particularly when
it comes to academics.
All the competition yields some good results. Without my
constant taunting, Sara never would have been motivated to
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upstage me by writing six final essays, instead of the five required
to graduate from high school in Finland. On the other hand, Sara is
to be thanked for the fact that my English is not atrocious. She
always made fun of my English, which for years was typical
Finnish-English. That's why it improved. For that matter, my
mother teased me, too-but mostly about the fact that I was show
ing little interest in the female schoolmates who wanted to be
tutored by the "Math Genius."
At times we lived with my dad and his girlfriend, at other
times Sara lived with my dad and I lived with my mom. At times
both of us lived with my mom. By the way, the Swedish language
has no equivalent to the term "dysfunctional family. " As a result of
the divorce, we didn't have a lot of money. One of my most distinct
memories is of the times when my Mom would have to pawn her
only investment-the single share of stock in the Helsinki tele
phone company, that you owned as part of having a telephone. It
was probably worth about $ 5 00, and every so often, when things
got particularly tight, she would have to take the certificate to a
pawn shop. I remember going with her once and feeling embar
rassed about it. (Now I'm on the board of directors of the same
company. In fact, the Helsinki Telephone Company is the only
company where I'm
a
board member.) Embarrassed was also how I
felt when, after I had saved most of the money for my first watch,
Mom wanted me to ask my grandfather for the money to pay for
the rest.
There was a period when my mother was working nights, so
Sara and I had to fend for ourselves in getting dinner. We were sup
posed to go to the corner store and buy food on our charge account.
Instead, we would buy candy and it would be wonderful to stay up
late on the computer. Under such circumstances, other boys would
have been "reading"
Playboy
above the covers.
Shortly after my grandfather had his s
t
roke, Mormor didn't
feel like ,taking care of herself. She was bedridden in a nursing
home for ten years with what she called "wooziness. " When she
had been in the hospital for a couple of years, we moved into her
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apartment. It was on the first floor of a solid old Russian-era build
ing on Petersgatan, near the gracious park that lines Helsinki's
waterfront. There was a small kitchen and three bedrooms. Sara got
the big bedroom. The gangly teenager, who was happy with a dark
closet and periodic dry pasta, moved into the smallest one. I hung
thick black drapes on the windows so no sunlight would seep in.
The computer found a home on a tiny desk against the window,
maybe two feet from my bed.
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I was vaguely aware of Linus Torvalds when an editor of the
San Jose
Mercury News
Sunday magazine asked me to write a profile of him in
the spring of 1 999. Linux had become something of a buzzword the previ
ous spring, when a succession of companies starting with Netscape had
adopted either the notion of open source code or the operating system itself.
Not that I had been up on the developments. In the early 1 990s I had
edited a magazine that dealt with Unix and Open Source issues, so there
was a dusty reference sentence floating in my brain. In that reference,
Linus was a Finnish college student who wrote a powerful version of Unix
in his dorm room and distributed it freely over the Internet. It was not
quite an accurate reference. The editor phoned because Linus had just been
the star attraction-and mobbed-at a recent Linux show in San Jose,
which prompted the editor to lure me into the assignment with the words,
"We've got a global superstar right here in, uh, Santa Clara. " He faxed
over some newspaper reports.
Linus had moved to Silicon Valley two years earlier and was
working for the then-secretive Transmeta Corporation, which had for
years been developing a microprocessor that promised to upend the computer
industry. He somehow had a job that allowed him to maintain his time
consuming position as the ultimate leader of Linux and final authority
on any changes made to the operating system. (His followers had, in fact,
initiated the legal maneuvering that gave him legal ownership of the Linux
trademark. ) And he had time to trot the globe as poster boy for the
burgeoning open source movement.
But he had become something of a mysterious folk hero. While
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