About the only hard rule here at our cozy metblog is that posts tie back to the city preceding that first dot.
Reading this article in today’s San Francisco Chronicle, more than just the city of publication seems to make it relevant. It’s subject: Macs and the fanatics who love them.
I’m typing this post on a PC (a fact at which a few fellow metbloggers rolled their eyes in bemused pity during a recent meeting), so I’m tempted to read the book so I can “get it” too. (I’m fairly sure the last Mac I used with any regularity was a IIe and I recall distinct frustration at not getting the turtle to go where I wanted him to when I wanted him to. That an unfortunate week with a G4 – ? – in a congressional office on the Hill before we scrapped the mac system in favor of something that jived with the rest of the office. I still feel bad for the Apple lobbyists who visited the day was covered with bits of colorful lucite and sorry, abandonned, single-button mice.)
Nothing says Bay Area like tech, nor individuality. And Mac lovers are the progeny of such passions. Personally, I’ll probably never trade my ctrl+alt+del for anything with an open apple, nor function with a machine on which I cannot right click – but I do give major points for superior aesthetics, and I have come to love my iPod – surely the gateway Mac product.
The article’s brief descriptions of some of those profiled in the book are enough to make me want to run to Borders (or my nearest SF independent book seller, of course) soon. Check it out.