I have a couple of lovely PC laptops that work wonderfully and I like a lot. That said, well, my Macbook Pro is my one true love when it comes to doing my work. What can I say? I just like what I like.
Today marks the 30th anniversary of the release of the very first Macintosh computer, after causing a swell of interest with their dystopian 1984-esque ad two days earlier.
You have to remember that the first Mac was pretty revolutionary; after all, most computers back then filled an entire room and had a pretty limited capacity. Heck, I still remember walking with my mother on the campus of the University of New Mexico while carrying a box of punch cards several hundred of them that equaled one single essay my mom had written. We won’t even talk about the trouble I got in when I dropped the box and scattered the cards. Oof.
I didn’t get my hands on my own Macintosh for a while it wasn’t until the early ’90s that I started using an adorable little Macintosh SE to type out my impassioned little poems and journal entries, storing the documents on floppy disks I still have somewhere. I loved it.
When the first iMacs came out those pretty little blue ones I was thrilled. The internet was becoming a huge part of my life back then, and we couldn’t wait to buy one for our house. Eventually we switched to the later iMac model, and then even later switched to Macbooks and now we have three Macbooks in the house. What can I say? We love them.
So Happy Birthday, Macintosh from this Apple girl. You’ve made my life simple and easy.