I was in the Bay Area in 1984. I was looking at PCs. I had linked a couple of Commodore 64s together and trying to get it to work with embryo software. I wanted more and had read about new possibilities that surrounded me in San Francisco at the time (and still does I presume).
I was in a new type of store in San Mateo that sold Computers. I was looking at a photo-green-negative-screen-upper-case-only IMB and another PC (I can't recall the brand). They were most unsatisfying.
Then the salesman asked me, "Do you like cats?"
I said I did, because I did.
He went to an elegant self-contained buff colored box with a bright black and white, positive image CRT. There was elegant book looking typeface and a line-art cat on the screen.
The salesman typed a few keys and clicked a small wired box next to it. A noisy printer came alive next to the small, elegant box and keyboard.
A beautiful font and book plate looking line-art cat stepped its way out of the printer, line by line. What I had seen on the screen was the same as was printed on the paper.
The salesman ripped off that printed paper with track holes on each sides. He gave it to me.
I WAS HOOKED.
I bought a Mac 128. I still have Macs and won't have any other computer. I now will use a PC if I really have to, but they work much like Macs now (of course).
The Mac has slipped into our lives and changed them with the same type of effect the automobile did at the first part do the twentieth century. It brought us into a much more self-contained, in some ways, easier world just as did the car. But, something large in our lives was lost. I know well of the life with a yellow pad, long hand, research libraries, slide rules and most of all secretaries. I miss secretaries the most.
I also know of horses and how much, much more convenient cars are. Horses are much more dangerous than cars. I am amazed that more people weren't killed by them before they were cast into a secondary position of sport and recreation. But I wouldn't trade anything for my horse. My horse, at least, instills a greater, stronger bond than I've experienced anywhere else.
Now, though, I travel in the subway in Manhattan. It is both a relic and legacy of the end of the nineteenth century and works in many older cities that built up before cars, but not well in cities like Los Angeles, that grew around horizontal space, with spread out communities and the automobile. Subways still work great in Manhattan, London, Paris and Moscow. The subways work even better now with WIFI, as I sit between two commuters on the 'C' train, and we all have our MacBook Pros open to various tasks and in communication elsewhere.
The best line I heard about Steve Jobs (whom I saw at the first MacWorld Expo) was that he never did market research. He made the market himself. m/r
The Mac at 30 | The Weekly Standard
Geoffrey Norman
Thirty years ago today, [he] did something he would go on to do many times over: He strode onto a stage and introduced the public to a product that would do its damnedest to dent the universe.
The Mac, undoubtedly, made a lot of people feel empowered.It is a commonplace that the history of civilization is largely the history of weapons. In particular, the connexion between the discovery of gunpowder and the overthrow of feudalism by the bourgeoisie has been pointed out over and over again. And though I have no doubt exceptions can be brought forward, I think the following rule would be found generally true: the ages in which the dominant weapon is expensive or difficult to make will tend to be ages of despotism, whereas when the dominant weapon is cheap and simple, the common people have a chance. Thus, for example, tanks, battleships and bombing planes are inherently tyrannical weapons, while rifles muskets, long bows and hand-grenades are inherently democratic weapons.
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