It all started with an iPod.
iPod Nano, First Generation, Black.
When I got it, I was crazy over it. It’s an impossibly thin device, and it played music. Two glorious gigabytes of music.
From being used to having the radio at night (lights out at 9PM), a 1.44MB floppy disk (for storing fonts I’ve downloaded at school so that I could install it home, about five font files per day) for portable storage, and sleeping on the way home in public transport, I got an iPod.
With two gigabytes. With which I could listen to music, anytime. With which I could copy a thousand font files a day. With which I could ride home, awake, alive, and thinking about, well, life.
Wow. So much from such a small device.
Then I got a Mac.
Mac Mini, First Generation, Silver and White.
When I got it, I got even crazier over it. It’s an impossibly small device, and it was a computer. 80GB of HD storage, 1.44GHz of CPU, 512MB of RAM, 40ish MB of VRAM.
From being used to a big hulking, demanding, heating, hanging-too-often Windows PC (use only when approved, or when aunt isn’t at home or sleeping), a big-ass CRT monitor, a spaghetti of wires and wires for everything to be used, I got a Mac.
With a flat screen, and wireless keyboard and mouse. With which I installed applications (I downloaded from school, naturally). With which I first edited mini-movies. With which I made my first posters. With which I learned that wow, I love writing. With which I got on the internet, eventually. With which, I could go home, and learn many things about, well, life.
Then I got a MacBook.
MacBook Pro. The Last Generation Before Unibody.
It’s probably obvious where I’ll go with this, so I’ll just say I crapped my pants (figuratively) when I first turned it on.
Mac chime, boom. “Welcome to Mac OS X Tiger.”
What I used to have before, 2GB, to 80GB, wow now 250GB. Faster everything. Thinner everything. Wireless everything. I was at my craziest.
Wow, finally something that would allow me to do just about anything I’d ever like to do. Listening to music? Editing movies? Posters? Watching movies? Reading and writing online? Torrenting? Wow.
I got my iPod wet while at the beach. The Macbook Pro was a defective second-hand unit out of warranty. The Mac Mini got wet too, but lived on for almost two years, until I had to connect two wires to turn it on (shorting the power button, as it was broken already).
I never saw myself doing what I am doing today. I never thought I would be involved in engineering (this long), I never thought I would be involved in creative endeavors (this hard), I never thought I would be so engrossed in Apple (this thoughtfully). Founder, company, values.
All I know is, it was never about the brand. It was never about having a gadget that could play music. It was never about having a computer the size of a lunch box. It was never about having a laptop less than an inch thick.
It was all about what I can do with it. It was all about what it afforded me to do. It is all about where I am now because of what the utility of these devices afforded me.
It is all about the values these imparted in me. Attention to detail. Honesty. Design.
I think that’s what makes me a Mac person; that’s what makes me an Apple person. That’s what makes me, me.
I don’t use any Apple product right now. I have an Android tablet, and a phone that could be called dumb by today’s standards.
But the lessons, the values, the experiences I got from Nano, Twiggy and Pro live on.
Happy Birthday, Macintosh. You’ll live on forever, in me.