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Thursday, September 19, 2002
02:39 - Sweet Lileks eases the pain
http://www.lileks.com/bleats/archive/02/0902/090302.html#092002

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Another of those "Day in the Life" Bleats. I'd be hard pressed to say that these are the best kind, but they're awfully choice. Mostly because I find myself relating personally to so much of it-- my brain is surprised to find that so many of those unaccountable reactions I've grown up with weren't mine alone.

When we get fully-immersive 3d holographic TV, I want someone to redo the Beethoven’s 6th portion of “Fantasia. “I loved it as a kid, and even though it now looks kitschy as hell, the style of the animation is unforgettable - to this day I still see the Pegasus fighting the wind when I hear the storm sequence.

I know it's not widely regarded as one of his best works, and it's never gotten the respect afforded to illustrious siblings like the 5th and the 9th, but the 6th has always been my favorite of Beethoven's symphonies. Purely because of Fantasia. Because the music is so visual, just like the movie said. Because I can't disassociate the music from those visuals even if I try. Because if I hear a different recording of it, by some other orchestra, where they play that one strong sharp chord sequence too fast or without enough emphasis-- the one in which the pegasi come stomping through the clouds in the first movement-- my brain makes that Family Feud "X" noise and I have to go dig out my soundtrack to hear it "right". Maybe that impoverishes my musical appreciation capacity, or maybe it just means I'm nuts. Hey, either way I'm cool with it.

Oh, and:

“I’m running Jag on a newer iBook, and while I’m on an internet connection via Airport, I periodically get an OS 9 alert that I need to enable Apple Talk. It only happens when the connection is dropped for a half-second or so.”

He nodded, thought a second, then explained how I should reset a certain setting, and that was that. (It worked.) I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again: WALK-UP TECH SUPPORT. I pidy the foo who buys a PC at Best Buy, and goes back to ask a blue-shirt a question. I’ll bet if I dragged my 512K Mac to the Genius Bar and asked for help, they’d oblige - after they stopped cooing and petting it like a long-lost pet.

Yeah, more speed would be nice. More applications and games would be nice. But neither of those things are why Mac people buy Macs. We buy Macs in spite of a clear and demonstrable disadvantage on both counts. Why? Some things are just more valuable to us than Bonzi Buddies or four-digit frame rates. Things that-- contrary to the unflappable opinion of some-- simply aren't a part of the PC experience. Like operating systems that people come to love so much that they treat a derisive comment like they would a personal insult, and a report of a bug like they would an injured family member; stores with knowledgeable, free, walk-in tech support; and well-maintained demo computers in those stores that a two-year-old can play on without a moment's confusion. I've been in one or the other of the local Apple Stores a number of times over the past year, and on every occasion the toddler's tables were full. Never once was a single kid crying or pouting or waving for help. Never once was any of them doing anything but typing and mousing and having a good time.

...No, that's it. That's all I wanted to say; nothing terribly important. Just wanted to register my pointless "me too".

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