A few of my favorite things.
I've had my Mac 48 hours now, and I am still reveling in its delights.
Please forgive me if go on too much. I love it's tactile feedback, the keys are light and responsive. The brushed metal feels cool, and not just in temperature.
I had a dream once that featured cool aluminum accouterments, but I'll talk more about that some other time.
No, right now, I am composing on my mac whilst sitting on the loo, looking at the Kraus collection of Sir Francis Drake. Available here. I'm wondering why I've never looked up the Library of Congress before. I live for finding these kinds of things. I feel like such an otaku looking up antique maps, and historical or geographical minutiae. But I must defend myself, at least my useless information might become useful some day, and as far as entertainment goes, well, there are worse ways to waste time.
I used to blame my vocation in the Air Force for this predilection; I was a Target Intelligence Specialist. My job was to make the plans to get the Right bomb on the right target at the right time. So I was trained in ordnance, maps and charts, aerial navigation techniques, a little trigonometry to figure out where a bomb should theoretically land, and of course the library sciences, so that I could Get Smart Fast on anything that was needed. I was enlisted; so I had to have the answers.
But that's not really where I picked it up.
I am from Columbus, Ohio.
I was born in Akron, but moved from there at an early age, and spent most of my formative years in Columbus. So I claim that as my home. If you're really interested, here's a satellite image of my old house, courtesy of Google's latest acquisition. If you zoom all the way in, it's the second house west on the southern side of the street from where the tag marks the spot. A bit has changed since I moved away in 1987, but most hasn't. I needed to get away. I just knew I had to with that passion That only an eighteen year old has. I had some good times, but I had to hit the road.
So, until I could escape, I immersed myself in National Geographic, PBS nature shows, anything and everything that would show me a glimpse of the wide world out there. This was in the early days of cable, so the Discovery Channel was on the horizon, but not readily available just yet. The library was also a haven. I vaguely remember a poem we had to memorize in the third grade about maps commenting on the "armchair vagabond" and it struck me then as it does now that there is always an escape route.
Even if it is only in the mind.
Please forgive me if go on too much. I love it's tactile feedback, the keys are light and responsive. The brushed metal feels cool, and not just in temperature.
I had a dream once that featured cool aluminum accouterments, but I'll talk more about that some other time.
No, right now, I am composing on my mac whilst sitting on the loo, looking at the Kraus collection of Sir Francis Drake. Available here. I'm wondering why I've never looked up the Library of Congress before. I live for finding these kinds of things. I feel like such an otaku looking up antique maps, and historical or geographical minutiae. But I must defend myself, at least my useless information might become useful some day, and as far as entertainment goes, well, there are worse ways to waste time.
I used to blame my vocation in the Air Force for this predilection; I was a Target Intelligence Specialist. My job was to make the plans to get the Right bomb on the right target at the right time. So I was trained in ordnance, maps and charts, aerial navigation techniques, a little trigonometry to figure out where a bomb should theoretically land, and of course the library sciences, so that I could Get Smart Fast on anything that was needed. I was enlisted; so I had to have the answers.
But that's not really where I picked it up.
I am from Columbus, Ohio.
I was born in Akron, but moved from there at an early age, and spent most of my formative years in Columbus. So I claim that as my home. If you're really interested, here's a satellite image of my old house, courtesy of Google's latest acquisition. If you zoom all the way in, it's the second house west on the southern side of the street from where the tag marks the spot. A bit has changed since I moved away in 1987, but most hasn't. I needed to get away. I just knew I had to with that passion That only an eighteen year old has. I had some good times, but I had to hit the road.
So, until I could escape, I immersed myself in National Geographic, PBS nature shows, anything and everything that would show me a glimpse of the wide world out there. This was in the early days of cable, so the Discovery Channel was on the horizon, but not readily available just yet. The library was also a haven. I vaguely remember a poem we had to memorize in the third grade about maps commenting on the "armchair vagabond" and it struck me then as it does now that there is always an escape route.
Even if it is only in the mind.
posted by mediavore at
10:45 PM
1 Comments:
Macs rule!
Unfortunately though, I use a PC for most things because I just can't get the programs for the things that I want and need.
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