Once upon a time, in the hallowed halls of Harvard University, a geeky looking, heartbroken boy of 19 became one of the founding fathers of what would turn out to be a virtual Promised Land…

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I have a confession to make: the ancient but still working like magic BlackBerry Pearl I inherited from my sister early last year? I have never paid the R59 monthly subscription fee for the BlackBerry Bundle from Vodacom to go online with it.

Today, 24 March, marks International Ada Lovelace Day.

It was about three o’clock in the morning, but I was not tired yet. On the contrary, I felt very much awake and alive. The reason for my bout of insomnia on that particular evening had dark hair and sparkling eyes and muscles bulging in all the right places and he was speaking to me in a low, seductive voice.

“’Ello there. Eet ees so nice to meet you.”

It was like having the entire world humming into my ear. One moment, I could be in a bare-brick, smoke-filled jazz joint in San Francisco’s North Beach during the late 1950’s, as Miles Davis climbs onto the stage with his trumpet and plays a broody rendition of Thelonius Monk’s, ‘Round Midnight. The next minute, a violin moaning out a sensual tango would instantly transport me to a tiny, intimate café in Buenos Aires. A simple flick of the dial, and I was smack dab in the middle of Nashville’s Grand Ole Opry, where a slack-jawed cowboy with a whiskey-tinged voice drawled on about some good ole honky tonk heartbreak. Then it was back to Latin America to be seduced by a bit of Bossa Nova, beautifully brought to life by the skilled fingers of João Gilberto passionately plucking his guitar strings.

My 40-year old sister has a rather strange ambition. She wants to be the only person in the world who cannot be traced via Google (or any other search engine).

While we are all still completely dazzled by myDL's sleek new makeover (it is TSSSSSSSSS! SO sizzlingly hot!), I think we should all pause for a moment and pay our respects to the old site. After all, it has served us long and well and it deserves to be remembered - and perhaps even be mourned just a little bit!