Thursday, October 6, 2011
Written On A Mac, Part II
When I first went to buy a computer I didn't know the difference between a PC and a Mac but there they were and even though Mac, at the time, was sort of a joke because it wasn't STUDLY or something and it was too EASY, like a toy, I went directly towards those non-studly Macs and I wanted one and then I saw the silly Dogcow and I breathed easier and laughed and suddenly, I knew that with my new Mac and my Macs For Dummies I could do this. I could use a computer.
And so I did and so I have and so I do and so I will.
From the first my Macs have been less machine and more extension of my very soul and if that sounds ridiculous well, fuck it, it's true.
I do not know what was in Steve Job's mind when he was inventing the Mac but maybe there was some sliver of how it would be for a non-technologically-minded woman with children who wanted to write and who would some day be able to write about her children and her chickens and her struggles and her joys and her loves and her everything, everything, and post pictures of Sharon and Elvis and Owen and her children dancing in the hallway of a house over 150 years old and how all of that made the woman feel. Maybe. Maybe not.
But that's what happened.
I told my husband we should buy Apple stock but he, like every one else, couldn't see it at the time. I had a feeling. An intuition. I would look at the instructions for installing a printer or some software and the PC instructions would have like fourteen steps and the Apple instructions would have like three steps.
Didn't take a genius to know that those Mac Guys were on to something. Not everyone who wanted to use a computer wanted to be a geek, fuck that function key.
Then came the iPod. Whoa. Are you kidding me?
Then came the iPhone. Still don't have one. Sort of want one.
Then came the iPad. Really do want one. Don't even know why.
Here's the thing for me. Not for you, maybe, but for me:
Each device from Apple seems to come with a bit of magic. I think that's what Steve Job's main gift to us was. He was somehow able to incorporate magic into his devices, his operating systems. It is like...Beatle magic.
It's like- okay, all you people who just need a computer to do your business, you go ahead and use a PC with Windows but for those of you who want to create, to dream, to make art, to make music...here's your tool. Here is your tool.
Open the box. Plug it in. The rest is up to you.
I don't know. Maybe I've just bought the hype. But I don't think so. I think that a man who had a powerful dream created a machine that helped others further their own powerful dreams. Or small dreams.
Steve Jobs was adopted. He didn't finish college. He was a Buddhist. He was known to be profane at times.
He wove art and science together and delivered it over and over again.
He died yesterday but that's not the important part of his story. The important part is that he was born and he lived and he listened to the voices inside of his own head and he created over and over again and he gave wings to so many of us.
Deceptively simple elegant wings.
And a dogcow.
I am so grateful.
Thanks for the magic, Steve Jobs. Thanks for your gifts which you shared.