Sunday Salon - Me and Apple

For as long as I can remember, I have had a love affair with Apple computers.  In large part this was due to the fact that my dad would often bring home an Apple computer to do his report cards at home during the evenings and weekends.  Often I would work on All The Right Type or I would play a solitaire game that was on this:
While there wasn't internet access on it, it was a way for me to explore something outside my normal childhood activities, including lots of reading, especially when I was sent to my room for bad behaviour (which according to my mom later on, wasn't really a punishment).  I even remember typing out a few pages of my Babysitter Club books because I thought I was going to be a author.  But mainly I probably did it because I was bored and what happened was that I became a really good typer (my typing speed is somewhere between 45 and 50 wpm).  But the time my mom brought the one for her library (my mom is a teacher librarian by training and hence I was in libraries from the time I was a little one, at least from the time I was about 4 or 5) was one the family has never forgotten, well, my sister probably doesn't remember, but my parents sure do!

I have always been a curious sort.  I was the one who tumbled down in her walker in her grandfather's place down a steep set of stairs. I was the one who would end up in strange places and have the cops called after her when she was lost in Ottawa when she was 12 (true story; family never lets me forget it).  And I was the one who lost the data for my mom's library.   Back in the before libraries and other organizations had servers, one had to back up the data on things called floppy discs.  There were big ones that were the size of a CD case and gradually over time they had ones that were the size of wallets.  I don't know what happened, but I know I got curious and I started to poke around my mom's library catalogue and before I knew it, my mom's library catalogue was gone from the computer.  While she did have it backed up on several discs, my dad managed to find the catalogue in some far off corner of the hard drive.

The reason that I tell this tale is because not due to the fact that I have owned 5 computers (2 of which were/are laptops) and 3 iPod nanos (one I stepped on the screen and the other I replaced a couple years ago) and love anything Apple (I get emails from the about new products coming out).  While I don't own an iPhone, I know I would love it just as much as I have any of the other products that I have had, including the Apple Plus that I took to Bible school over a decade ago (I had the only computer on my floor; in fact I was probably one of the only female students who had a computer in her dorm room!), but because I finally got my hands on a library copy of the new Walter Isaacson biography of Steve Jobs.  And from what I can ascertain from glancing through it, its probably going to be a much better book than iWoz that I read about 5 years ago.

No reviews this week.

Comments

jannyan said…
We share the same love affair. My first computer was an Apple Macintosh. Only a floppy drive but...with icons and...the talking moose. Do you remember?
I've never had or used an Apple, but I have friends who swear by them.

I'm too afraid to change directions, since I finally (sort of!) have the Windows PC models figured out. Except when it does strange things...lol

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