New Chains
Detail of Bronze Statue, Dallas TX.
Lately, I've been getting back into Apple land. It's not that there's something I can do on a Mac that I can't do on Windows. The benefit is personal. Windows feels like work. It's why I play games on a console instead of a PC: For me, PCs are for work. I already sit at a PC for 40 hours a week. I don't want to give it another 20. But 20 on a Mac or a PlayStation? Sure.
I realize as I write this how crazy this sounds. Sixty hours on computers, every week? The sad thing is, I'm sure that's an underestimate. Phones are computers, too.
Maybe Frank Herbert, author of DUNE, was right. Maybe it'll take a Butlerian Jihad, a holy war against thinking machines, at least on a personal level, to feel fully human again.
I was going to write about having fun with my new MacOS desktop. Now I just feel like a prisoner jangling his new chains, enjoying how they sparkle in the torchlight of his dungeon cell.