<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Childhood Memories on Aneesh Sathe</title><link>https://aneeshsathe.com/tags/childhood-memories/</link><description>Recent content in Childhood Memories on Aneesh Sathe</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2025 04:51:52 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://aneeshsathe.com/tags/childhood-memories/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Nothing Ventured</title><link>https://aneeshsathe.com/nothing-ventured/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2025 04:51:52 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://aneeshsathe.com/nothing-ventured/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The wave towered over me. Then the sound filled my ears. Not the calm breath of the waves;  but it was &lt;em&gt;surf music&lt;/em&gt;. I was maybe 3. Song names and artist names were beyond me. There was only the blue-green wave and the twang of the guitar.&lt;/p&gt;


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&lt;p&gt;I have chased music all my life. Just had to figure out the tools. The record player and the giant speakers taught my first lesson: pressing buttons was joy.  In my pursuit I learned in about records, tapes, CDs, mp3, flac, streaming, Napster, torrents, Winamp, VLC, blanks, CD-R/RWs, compression, bit rates, conversion, transfer, backups, VPN, networking, impedance matching, DACs, amplifiers, calibration, ARC, fibre, buying, licensing, and streaming in approximate order.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>