Steve Jobs brought the world Liberal Arts machine. Macintosh users don’t need to know what’s happening while they work. Just work, and the computer takes care of itself. When something goes wrong, experts can be telephoned, or the Mac can be brought to the bright-white store to be fixed. As techno-sexy as they are, Macintosh computers are equally simple. They just work.
The iphones, ipods and ipads just work too. I love them, and feel very glad that I own a phone that plays music. I’m here today to talk about my computer.
I have always owned Apple/ Macintosh computers. Papers, essays, stories, thesises ( yes, I’ve written more than one), my mother’s elegy, all of these have been written and saved on Macs. Write and save. I write, and I save. I draw, paint and play with fonts until what I’ve written looks just right. Before Steve Jobs’ creations started allowing me to slip into seamlessly into email or internet sites to read, play time-sapping games and search Ebay, I asked only that my computer let me create and store my work.
I’m writing this on a sleek, silver machine that’s so light it feels like I could carry four at a time. I bought this computer because I wanted it the way I’ve wanted high-quality boots. Comfortable ( as in slips right on), well-made and so damn pretty. For years, I did not seek out the latest tech-toy. I rode my computers into the ground. They expired noisily in shuddering heaps on my desk before I would consider buying a more up-to-date model. Almost every computer I’ve ever owned became obsolete while I was using it.
Anything that I could say about how thankful I am to Steve Jobs for what he created has probably been said by many others. It’s been said, it’s been written, and stored on the Macs sitting on the desks of people who never realized how much they love their computers.
