Jarrod's house is nothing like I imagined. I thought it would be a modern penthouse apartment of glass and stainless steel. Instead, he lives in a small cottage, circa 1920. There are two bedrooms and only one small bathroom. His furniture is homey and comfortable.

He's most proud of his guest room, which isn't a guest room at all. Instead, it's stuffed with antique personal computers. He shows me each one, as if they're his children. I'm itching to take them apart and study ...