My visit to Manchester Apple Store made me smile today, flowers and candles had been left as a shrine for Steve Jobs. His passing this week has received much coverage and my reader is full of stories of first time encounters with Apple products. These encounters appear to have been a formative experience for some.
My first encounter with an Apple was in 1991 or 1992 when I was around 7 years old, I believe I used an Apple classic and logo language to programme a LOGO turtle, surely education at its finest. This was also around the time I established myself as a Lemonade stand pundit and perfected the art of encouraging lemmings to meet watery deaths via the Commodore Amiga. After this my computing encounters were of a series of whirring plastic PCs in ‘Information Communication Technology ‘ classes where the goal of our ‘education’ was learning how to use Microsoft Office products, surely education at its worst.
My next memorable encounter with an Apple product was in 2005, where, after years of nudging PCs into submission I committed to Apple products. I was studying engineering technology and had an elective in product design. While the engineering students had PCs, the design students had fields of Apple iMacs. I believe the crisp uniform lines of iMacs in the design studio were responsible in part for seducing me towards a design career. Of course, buying an Apple was at that time similar to joining a religion, the unpacking, the knowing smile when a new apple user struggled to close documents, eject hardware or shut down; the moment the genius bar repaired your broken
heart hard drive, the Photo booth picture games with your other half. Now in 2011, I don’t really notice what computer I am working on, and that is the point, it is reliable enough for me not to hate it, perhaps the reason I write this now with four apple products on my desk.
*quote (not by me) Steve has better places to see.