So I spent a good deal of the last few years thrashing Macs. Or, more correctly, thrashing the Mac users who are convinced that a shiny piece of hardware makes them in some way “cool”. I also had the misfortune of working in multimedia company where one or two of these “cool people” insisted on using Macs and made life hell for the rest of us, with font problems, format problems and so on.
But then a few things happened. Thing 1 was that I went to the Adobe Max convention in San Francisco and saw that 80% of the people there – some of the geekiest tech people in the world – had MacBooks. Hmm, I thought, interesting.
And thing 2 was that I experienced the pain of trying to do my irritating twice yearly Windows install on a crappy PC laptop. And after a few days of this my facade cracked. So I marched to my local Mac shop, threw far too much money on the counter and said “Mac me, my good sir!”
And, do you know, I liked the thing immediately. Once I got over the cuteness, that is. It just runs and does what its supposed to do. There is no stress, and that is what a tool is supposed to do – reduce your stress and become invisible by doing its job well.
And the touchpad – oh boy oh boy, the touchpad! Two fingers, three fingers, four, yes FOUR fingers at once! Try it out and see what I mean.
So yes, I have bitched about Macs for ages, I know! But I have also always said that the ability to change our minds in the presence of new evidence is what makes us intelligent. Or at least that’s MY defence.
Plus it IS kind of nice to sit in a cafe, sip on a latté and work on one’s poetry, looking up with a superior grin every now and then. Jolly nice indeed.