I drank the Kool-Aid about seven years ago. That was when I got my first MacBook. I bought the black 13″ MacBook, just to see what all the fuss was about. My brother had been a die-hard Apple fan for years, and all of my cool art history friends in graduate school had Macs, the clamshell iBook. Even one of my graduate students had an iMac G3, but I was a hold-out. I think it was because when I first saw the Macintosh in 1984, it looked like a toy computer to me. Not the real thing like all the scientists used!
What did I know?
I think would’ve been a lot happier (and possibly more productive) in graduate school if I had given in to my inner-child and bought a Mac a long time ago. Because once I had used my little black 13″ Macbook for about a week, I knew I would never go back. Today I have a MacBook Pro (I am writing this blog on it). I have had about three iPods, my partner has an iPad, which he loves, and an iPhone 3G, which he is not so crazy about (but this has nothing to do with the phone and everything to do with his hate of being constantly “connected”). So tomorrow I am ordering my first iPhone, not because I have to have it, but because it was conceived and produced by Steve Jobs, a brilliant artist and inventor who created culture.
And also that cool personal assistant thing. I have always wanted a personal assistant.