20 years of Mac

Jimbo had a groovy little post that reminded me the

Macintosh turned 20

last Saturday. I remember seeing the now-infamous “1984″ commercial the one time it aired

and being blown away. I couldn’t wait to go to the local Apple store see the new computer

and the way-out-of-reach Lisa. I can’t believe it’s

been 20 years.

In 1984, my family was still using an Apple II+ with 64K of RAM, dual disk

drives and a dot-matrix Epson printer. We had a blazing 300-baud modem, which we used to

connect to CompuServe at something like $10 an

hour (with a $2-an-hour surcharge thrown in by SprintNet for the access

number). We wondered what we would do with all that memory.

Now, I have a 400mhz G4 with

800-something megs of RAM connecting to the Net via DSL for $30 a month (and it’s considered

lower-end in light of the G5). I got an

external hard drive for Christmas because I’m running out of room on my 10-gig internal hard

drive.

In 1984, everyone was reading George Orwell’s “1984″, feeling thankful it wasn’t

prophetic, and Johnny Carson had a giant eyeball on the set behind his desk as a symbol of

“Big Brother.”

Now, everyone’s reading George Orwell’s “1984″ because it actually was

prophetic (just 20 years off) and we have John Ashcroft playing the role of Big Brother.

In 1984, I was Farmer

Ted. I was just coming out of my breakdancing

phase and was a year away from discovering punk rock. I wore clothes from Chess King and

listened to Quiet Riot. I had a Velcro Ocean Pacific wallet.

Now, breakdancing is making

a comeback and I’m still sort of a dork, though one with kick-ass musical taste. Thankfully, I no longer own any Velcro wallets or

leather ties.

In 1984, I wanted to Go-Gos to gang-rape me.

OK, not everything changes.