Steve Jobs is dead, an unfortunate victim of cancer and quackery. I never paid him much attention while he lived. Nor did I ever care much about Apple’s products. “Aha”, I hear you say, “this is one of those ‘PC is better than Mac’ screeds”. Not so. Because I have been an off-and-on Mac user since the mid 80s. But I don’t care about Macs. Nor about PCs. I could go so far as to say that I’m a bit annoyed with recent versions of Windows. But it’s no big deal to me. These things all work well enough.
In ’84, my cousins’ first Mac introduced me to the mouse and the window environment. We drew in MacPaint and played Loderunner. They had a lot of gadgets, having turned me on to video gaming with their Atari console a few years previously. Then in the later 80s I played Uninvited and Dungeon of Doom with my friend Tor on his parents’ Mac+. My parents had a PC, and so do I still, running Win XP on the study machine and Ubuntu Linux on the home machine.
I did like the iPod when it came. I got the 2nd version of it in ’02 or ’03, 10 gigs with a Firewire interface, made after they got rid of the mechanical wheel but before they started making the miniature versions. Sure was a step up from MiniDisc! But getting music onto it demanded dedicated software, and you couldn’t get the files off it again. I never started using iTunes. Also, Firewire never really caught on and no later machines of mine have had it. So since I got my first smartphone in ’06, the iPod has been languishing in a drawer or Junior has been using it.
Also in ’06, I was issued a desktop Mac for my editor’s desk (yes, I have three desks; no, I do not have even one full-time salary). I still use it and it works fine. I’ve never been tempted to get an iPhone or an iPad, opting instead for Android handsets that are a bit cheaper and offer better integration with Google’s services. No, I don’t consider myself a Google fan either. If it works, who cares what brand it is?