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book-flipping : made in japan

"I began to buy books about electronics, and I subscribed to Japanese and foreign magazines that contained all the latest information about sound reproduction and radio. Soon I was spending so much time on electronics that it was hurting my schoolwork. I was devoting nearly all my after-school hours to my new hobby, making devices from the diagrams in a Japanese magazine called Wireless and Experiments. My dream was to build an electric phonograph and make a recording of my own voice. I kept expanding my experiments as I learned more and more about the new technology. I had to teach myself because the subjects I was was really interested in were not taught in my school in those days. But I managed to build a crude electric phonograph and a radio receiver on my own. I even made a crude recording of my voice and played it back on my electric phonograph.

In fact, I became so engrossed in my electronic tinkering that I almost fluked out of school. My mother was called to the school often for conferences about my poor academic performance. The principal was concerned and annoyed by my lack of interest in conventional studies. I remember that we used to be assigned desks in class according to our grades. There were two hundred and fifty in our class, divided into five groups of fifty each. The top student of each group was the head boy, and the seats were assigned from the back of the room in descending order of achievement. Although the class rankings changed every year, I was always seated up front under the eye of the teacher, with the slow learners."

.AKIO MORITA - childhood memories

Akio Morita is the founder of the multi billion dollar conglomerate that is today called SONY. Starting out his company in a burned-out department store in war-torn Tokyo, Morita and his friends went on to build an empire that is today regarded as a leader in consumer electronics.

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