I start this entry with apologies to Jim of Parkway Rest Stop (he’s the only Jersey-ite I sort of know) for possibly assaulting a regional dish favored by those of the bent nose variety that are known to dump bodies and stuff dollars into the heavily perfumed nether regions of strippers in his state of residence. You see, I am writing this while waiting on a pan of baked ziti to emerge from my oven.
Well, it’s not really ziti. It’s rigantoni. I had no ziti and the store in the afternoon just seemed like such a pain in the ass. That little detail alone will probably get my stindeens fitted for concrete galoshes or whatever the fashionable mobster is whacking with these days.
I picked up a new computer. A new, shiny, aluminum iMac with a 21 inch screen, in fact – for you Mac zombies, it’s the low end of the iMac range; 3 GHz Core 2 Duo with the smaller HD and 10.6.3 . It’s snazzy. Snazzy as hell. Did I mention the case was aluminum? Snaaaa-ZEE!
I’ve owned Macs in the past. My very first real personal computer that I didn’t have to write endless lines of BASIC for was a Macintosh SE. I bought it through a major southern university bookstore with a major student discount and even some help from my DOS-hating department. It was a great little machine and served me well. It even lived on a barrier island twelve miles offshore where it suckled squeamishly on a sketchy-at-best Onan generated supply of 110v. I finally drug it out of some box, found a power cable, fired it up out of sentimental curiosity, discovered the CRT was dust, and deposited it in a dumpster outside my apartment in about 1997.
A slightly older iMac (1.8GHz Core 2 Duo and 10.5.8) has resided at the right hand of a Windows box on the Computational & Control Console here at TOFWD™ for over a year now. Since Wifey needed some computing power other than her work provided laptops, which have been one steaming pile of absolute junk after another, I donated my stout little Windows 7 equipped HP Slimline with a nice 17 inch Viewsonic flatty to her office computing cause.
Then I went and dropped a bit of coin on Poppa’s new set of Unix powered sneakers. I wasn’t expecting much given the problematic start with the 1.8GHz iMac I had, but I like the platform and my looming flirtation with the literary arts demanded I at least computed the part since the looking the part ship sailed many moons ago. And I must say, so far I am pretty surprised.
Here is a photo via a charming little snap, drag, and drop app called Photo Booth representing a reasonable facsimile of my surprise……
The only shortcoming is this stupid assed Bluetooth keyboard. Whose idea was it to make it the same size as a laptop keyboard. Admittedly, I am into design and execution of concept and Bauhaus and all that other art shit, but this aluminum encased homunculus console is beyond laughable
Here is a photo of the new, standard Apple Bluetooth keyboard and the book, Digital Apollo by David Mindell, a great read about the MIT code writers who actually coined the word software and early digital computing and inertial astro-navigational platforms and their human interfaces, but I digress….
I’ve crapped out bigger examples than this keyboard.
At least the Photo Booth feature is fun……..