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Making the move

I need to finish migrating from wheezy old PC to spanking new iMac this weekend, but there’s something stopping me: inclination. My contrary streak is getting in the way.

I think I’ve realised that I like the idea of owning a Mac (or being a Mac owner) again much more than I actually like owning one. 

I’m not enjoying relearning all my workflows for photos. I hate the mean little mouse with its irritating nipple and the way its range doesn’t match my learnt gestures. It’s a bit too quiet and too clutter-free. It’s not (yet) lived up to the promise of providing this super-simple, clean, fast interface for maximising my media.

Worse, I’m not sure I can live up to its promise: the rest of my life isn’t clutter-free and most aspects of living don’t “just work”. I’m the queen of kludge in all things: learning to be as suave and sophisticated as the lump of perspex on the desk is daunting.

The Mac’s got all my files on it now, so there’s nothing stopping me from getting on with life as a Mac owner. Sure, there are a few files I need to hoik over, still: bookmarks and the like - but nothing that’s going to take a lot of energy or time to complete. 

I’ve been good, though. I’ve forced myself to use the Mac exclusively since I got it, and despite temptation to return to the programmes and mouse and so on I’m familiar with, I’ve been good and haven’t strayed. So at some point this weekend, I should be able to dismantle the PC which has sat beside the Mac on the desk all week, and consign it to live out the rest of the year under the desk, despite my best intentions to do something constructive and/or worthy and/or profitable with it.

But not just yet.

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