Sentimental About Computers
I'm in love with my new computer. I'm not kidding. I'm in love with my computer in such a way that I'm sitting here writing a blog post -- the first one in three months -- instead of making my dinner, just because I want to hear the clicky clack of the keys and watch the font tap skip tap skip tap skip across the screen. Omg. I want to hug it to me and rub my cheek against the keyboard.
I'm not insane. Swears.
See, it's crazy how attached you can get to a computer. They really become something personal -- full of your screenshots and downloads, every URL you visit, the random images you photoshop together to entertain yourself... Have you ever been on someone else's computer and felt slightly dirty? Like you were invading something private? It's like wearing someone else's underwear.
When I got my last computer over three years ago, it was in preparation for going to my first real marketing conference, in big old scary Boston. I typed my notes on it and carried it around from session to session, giggling with nerdish joy every time it slid into my purse. That compact little devil. It was the best thing I ever spent too much money on.
It's been to a bunch of other conferences with me by now -- heck, it's been to conferences where I was an actual speaker, something I never thought I'd do. I've used it to put together presentations, to get through some tough and stressful times at work, to talk to friends hundreds of miles away like they're right next to me. That little Macbook Air has come with me on vacations, helped create various pieces of written and visual junk, and been with me as I started my own business. So maybe I should feel a little sad or guilty now that I've thrown it aside for this majestic, 15 inch piece of wonder.
(I do a little, now that I wrote all that crap.)
But the thing is, I'm going to do awesome things on this new computer. It's not just a new computer. It's a new computer to fill up, a new keyboard to wear down. I can't wait. Maybe that's why earlier today at work I found myself sighing wistfully and thinking, "I wish my computer were here." Or maybe I just wanted to rub my face on it.
I'm not insane. Swears.
See, it's crazy how attached you can get to a computer. They really become something personal -- full of your screenshots and downloads, every URL you visit, the random images you photoshop together to entertain yourself... Have you ever been on someone else's computer and felt slightly dirty? Like you were invading something private? It's like wearing someone else's underwear.
When I got my last computer over three years ago, it was in preparation for going to my first real marketing conference, in big old scary Boston. I typed my notes on it and carried it around from session to session, giggling with nerdish joy every time it slid into my purse. That compact little devil. It was the best thing I ever spent too much money on.
It's been to a bunch of other conferences with me by now -- heck, it's been to conferences where I was an actual speaker, something I never thought I'd do. I've used it to put together presentations, to get through some tough and stressful times at work, to talk to friends hundreds of miles away like they're right next to me. That little Macbook Air has come with me on vacations, helped create various pieces of written and visual junk, and been with me as I started my own business. So maybe I should feel a little sad or guilty now that I've thrown it aside for this majestic, 15 inch piece of wonder.
(I do a little, now that I wrote all that crap.)
But the thing is, I'm going to do awesome things on this new computer. It's not just a new computer. It's a new computer to fill up, a new keyboard to wear down. I can't wait. Maybe that's why earlier today at work I found myself sighing wistfully and thinking, "I wish my computer were here." Or maybe I just wanted to rub my face on it.