I’m typing this on my new Mac PowerBook (12-inch… I like small). I could no longer live with the impromptu blue screens on my detested Compaq notebook. The epiphany that I would eventually have to buy a new computer galvanized me to visit the Mac Store after work yesterday… 30 minutes later, I left with my gorgeous expensive little Mac and a product protection plan that actually means something. My profound joy goes beyond the surface happiness that the acquisition of material possessions usually confers. It’s like I’ve upgraded from living in a trailer in a tornado zone to a country villa surrounded by apple orchards.
I can’t decide what to do with my Compaq. My instincts are to keep it around, in case I should ever need an archaic laptop with a damaged hard drive that blue screens after five minutes of simple computing. But my 10-year old desktop from college is still packed away in storage under the same delusion. I may just follow the tenacious lead of Anya Major and take a sledgehammer to both of them.
