So I got a new computer over the weekend. I went in anticipating buying the older 2012 Macbook Pro and upgrading some of the features. Dropping $1800 on the retna 13.3 inch Macbook Pro was just a bit out of price range. Until I walked into best buy and found a perfect condition (minus a couple of EXTREMELY light scratches on the shell) open box for only $1300 of the exact dream computer that was out of grip. WHAT?! Fate? I think so.
So the last two days I’ve been transferring information and setting up all my applications, installing all my software and getting used to some of the new features that differ from my old 2010 model. So far, I have nothing but good things to say about it. I’ve been in love with Mac computers since I was in the fourth grade. My school received a Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation grant, and (ironically enough) spent the money on a new computer lab filled with Macs. This was back in the early 90s and let me just say, it was love at first sight.
Computer lab day was every Wednesday after lunch and before reading (my other favorite part of school… are you surprised? Yea… didn’t think so). I’d sit at computer number 7, because that was my lucky number. I’d run my fingers over the keyboard and dream that some day I’d learn to type fanciful stories, clicking it’s keys until the whole page filled with words. I’m fairly confident that my love a good clicky keyboard was born in this room.
My longing would temporarily ease when I’d get to pick between Oregon Trail or Kid Pix. Sometimes the choice would be too much and 30 minutes would go by way too quickly, but I’d usually die of dysentery with just enough time to spell my name out with primary and neon colored blobs. Once in a while, I’d open a document and just press keys. I’d type out my name or something to the effect of, “Miranda is the best.” Slowly I’d fall into a rhythmic pattern clicking the keys, pressing enter at the end of each line, and filing the page letter after letter.
In some ways, my love for writing was born of daydreams at the hands of a Mac. In the back of my mind, as the years passed, I always associated owning one with making my dreams come true. It might sound stupid, but it is what it is. I know logically that I’ve known I wanted to be a writer, for an entire year more then I knew I loved Macs. Even more, that I wrote for years on a PC before owning one of my own.
But still. In my mind they will forever be intertwined.
And I’m okay with that.
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I’m a pc user but somewhere in the back of my mind I associate macs with professionalism. Writers, DJS, etc I only ever see photos of with macs. Whether that be because of their price point, brand name or actual product content or, more likely, some combination is up in the air. Point is I’m thinking about making the switch because my pc is now 8 years old, a middle age dinosaur in tech terms. Was making the switch overly difficult?
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The way I see it, if you’re resistant to change, then it won’t be easy. But if you can go into it with open eyes, ready to learn something new, it’s a cake walk. Google is your friend if you run into any issues. There are entire communities of Mac users ready to answer your every question. Once you get used to thinking about how they function differently, it all feels super natural. It’s a more intuitive way of finding information and using programs. While there are some significant differences, you shouldn’t find any of them to be negative.
I can really remember thinking that there should be more menus on the Mac I should be navigating. Now when I use a PC I find myself thinking the opposite, there are way too many menus, why isn’t it simpler.
At the end of the day, you’re right. Mac is geared toward professionals. It should be considered an investment. Much like the energizer bunny they keep going, and going, and going. The thing is, my last one lasted nearly 7 years, and it swallowed a cup of coffee two years ago. It still runs, just a bit slower as a result of my clumsiness. Ultimately it didn’t have enough storage to hold what I needed it to, and I was worried about (what has been called) “the coffee incident of 2014” corroding the parts. Eventually, the day would come where I woke up to find it dead and my heart broken. Had that not happened, there is little doubt in my mind that it wouldn’t keep trucking for a few more years.
I’ve gone Mac, and I’ll never looked back.
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