Is there steve?
Thank You!
I am going down another road that this friend took me through:
There is always some sort of chemistry, physical attraction. Even when you think this person isn't damned good looking, your inner self, liked it at a first quick unconscious glance. And that's how and when it all start(ed)s.
And, I would lie if I denied it. What first appealed me, was physical attraction.
That's how Myself and Mac got started.
It's a love for ambition, perfection, the A team, flawless, stylish and SO much more. It's an intimate relationship. Me and my Mac, we spend nights together, share the bed, doing all sorts of things. And when we don't hang out, I miss her, her light, her warmth. She's a part of me now.
I love Mac.
So much I love Mac I would have felt weird. Until I read this article ; it says that a neurological study was conducted and people interacting with Apple prods have the same brain chemical reaction as people in mass or some sort of religious experience. Weird? Outstanding branding? The best marketing ever? Or simple products out of this world? You pray, I praise Mac.
And it was. At first, I liked it that it was a whole computer inside a colorful TV. I had no clue what a computer is used for, but it just looked so pretty I wanted one.
Later on, screen graphs were so much cooler than blueish unstylish (if that word ever exists) unfriendly unaesthetic Windows ones.
When I became a little bit aware, my love developed into the firsts signs of what my psychiatrist -if I still attended her sessions- would call an obsession.
And one day, I did it. I opened my heart. I let it in. And it transformed my life. It changed the way of interacting in life, with life, through life. And it all happened with a Mac in between my hands, her heat in my lap, the screen faithfully taking my confessions, loyally keeping my secrets. The keys replying to my touch in that soft voice . Agh, a love of a lifetime. Perfect partner. Can multitask, make you dance, make you smile, provide mental input, lighten up -literally speaking- your nights, sooth your days and moods. . . Just by looking at her, touching her silky body. Just-So-Perfect.
Another friend of mine, I did. I had a flirt thing. But now we are friends and even do MacThreesomes sometimes ... so this friend once explained me so that I could understand, in simple girlish enough for girls that only blog and email terms, just how powerful it is, other than perfect minimalist yet classic beauty that I hold in my hands: PC = Boing777, MAC=SpaceRocket. Since then , I love it infinite times more.
Nowadays, I'd rather be a bump with a Mac (there's WI-Fi everywhere) than have a PC. That's just how far it's gone. Helpless. But, as I always say: why do things half way when you can go even further than a 100%? I think Steve thought the same way. And it shows. Proud of him! He did change the world. A N D , AANNNDDD he was a green minded person. That's a plus. AAAAAAaaaaaaannnnnd, yeah, maybe he changed it in an odd way, but he made it better and prettier, and even better sounding place. So cheers mate!
You know what happened? How this issue started? If Mac is my life love then iPhone is like our kid, Dancing Flake. I loved it so much I gave it to my sister and got myself another one. Just for the celebration of iPhone. 'Coz it's so much more than a phone, or a music player, or a mini computer, or a mini portable library, or an instant international post office, or a game centre all in one: Sudoku, solitary, hangman (? this one to guess the words), calculator, agenda, and ask for it, and you got it.
And then one day, I was dancing dancing dancing, and my iPhone convulsed, jumped off my back pants' pocket and died, crashed against the floor. I couldn't believe it.
I cant' get over it. I just can't. No break up has ever hurt as much as loosing my iPhone, the dancing flake ll, that was it's name... Agh! Deep breath. Life is not the same. Life is dull, communications don't shine, not to mention that they are slower than the turtle Manuelita, views just ain't represented the right way.
For us , simple materialist mortals, that find religious value in an electronic device of such perfect characteristics, there is no life after Apple, there is agony. Life without it is i n c o m p l e t e.
