The rest of you net-bunnies are probably too young to get the joke or get excited over this, but I am all stirred up to find a whole article by the Big G, whose every word informed so much of our lives ever after. Women my age. Um, that would be Gloria Steinem. (Remember her? Ya little runts?)

This is like hearing from the Pope! That is, If I gave a damn what some (any) isolated old man says, which I do not, and on principle, be you female or male, neither should you. Read the rest of this entry »

From The Sydney Morning Herald Blogs

“No one can argue that Jobs is a visionary. He’s also an enigmatic leader that has followers practically falling at his feet. While this might sound like an exaggeration, have a look at his Macworld keynote in San Francisco earlier this year (you can download it free from iTunes). It’s like a group of devoted fans following their Messiah, cheering at every second phrase he utters and almost fainting when they find salvation in the much-hyped iPhone.”

That in this predominately crappy world, some of us hang on to a pleasurable computing experience like life-preservers in a drowning sea of crap … A world where things are routinely misrepresented, shoddy, and the people that sell them baldly lie.

Isn’t it all really about lies and truth? About being marketed to and hoodwinked? Why a relationship of unusual integrity between maker and consumer should be so derided … can only stem from the bitter, undigested truth that the world of Windows is right where this guy knows himself to be stuck.

I’m quite serious. Here on the web, is not this psychological phenomenon constantly laid out before us? Like some ghastly tableaux la mort: How humans behave when they can neither digest nor expel what’s so.

Besides, the effort to do so, to cough up this little hairball by disparaging the envied, threatening Other, have you noticed, doesn’t work, never has worked, never will. Furthermore, this is perilously close to the structure of Abuse, how it happens, who is the perp and why.

No wonder creative people wouldn’t dream of working on anything but a Mac. It would be like inviting Uncle Fester into your sacred space.

My MacBook is the tool with which I daily navigate Winnicott’s transitional space. Where we work to join what we wish, in dreams, with the world as it really is.

Like that’s ever going to happen on a Dell.

Virginia Heffernan writes in the Times:

I know from pushing a baby around Brooklyn’s mean streets that there are a lot of guys who, it turns out, wish they were babies. (”Man, that looks good!” “Ooh, I wish that was me with that bottle!” “Hey, little man, can we change places?”)

So, my question: Is this an exclusively male fantasy? To be a fat, pampered baby in a diaper again? “

And I am like two things … Read the rest of this entry »