As part of his Modern Times publicity blitz, Bob Dylan hawks iPods in a new commercial. Call him a sell-out, but, hey, things have changed. And besides, I have no real problem with iPods…or lingerie, for that matter. And, also in recent Dylanalia, Louis Menand reviews Bob Dylan: The Essential Interviews for The New Yorker (courtesy of Ralph Luker at Cliopatria.)
Tag: Apple
Oh, shut up already.
Normally, I just stay out of the computer wars, since (a) Mac people tend to be so vehemently evangelical and since (b) – even though I’ve been using ’em since my dad bought a TRS-80 back in the day (on which I used to play the hell out of a game called “Sword of Zedek,” which for some reason I can’t find anything on the web about )- I’ve never been much more than a moderately informed user (which, in blog circles, makes me ridiculously uninformed.) That being said, every time I catch one of these annoying new Apple ads, I become ever deeper entrenched in my fondness for PC’s. “Using my PC was like being stuck in a bad relationship?” Please. Like I want to wait an extra eighteen months for new games to get a Mac port.
While I did have an Apple IIc as a kid (Mmmm…”Old Ironsides,”) I didn’t really use Macs until I was forced to in high school and, to cut to the quick, I thought they were crappity crap. When a PC goes down, even a rudimentary user like myself can try to ascertain the problem in DOS. When a Mac went down…well, you were stuck looking at that stupid icon. It’s a glorified calculator. It’s no doubt true that the Windows OS is and has been a complete facsimile of the Macintosh, but I’m kinda hoping we move past GUI’s eventually. Ok, I’ve probably betrayed my ignorance a few times over in this post already, so I’ll close it up. Suffice to say, those Apple ads irk me to no end.